Anjali walked to the mess and fabricated herself a breakfast of scrambled eggs, toast, and orange juice. The ship was as always silent, it was something she had to get used to. In her previous life she had never been alone, her world was full of people who talked, chattered, worked, and lived around her, silence only happened in her quarters when she chose to close the door. Here it was silent, which she partly loved right now because it gave her time to think, and partly disliked because it as such a change from a few days ago. Yes, although it had in reality been two hundred and eighty three years ago, to her mind and awareness it felt like a few days ago.<br/><br/>She had decided to consider this a new life, a new incarnation sine there was no way to reconcile or link to her previous existence, after all anything she knew from that long ago was unlikely to still exist in it's original form. Like the gods of old, this was her new avatar, her new form. So if the world was reborn for her, she decided that she had to be reborn for this world. Maybe she should change her name too? She decided to think about that and maybe talk to Dwayne about it, that was if this planet wasn't good bye. She felt sad considering that this might happen, she felt so alone as it was and .... well, she wasn't going to think about it any longer, trying to look into the future was a futile endeavor. She watched Dwayne come in and fabricate himself breakfast, an omelette of some sort and apple juice, he stopped next to her and placed a stack of coins on the table next to her tray, then he came around the table and sat down. Anjali looked at the coins, was this it? Was this the 'here you go, this should last a few days before you're forced to start selling your body, it was nice but we gotta go'token? It probably was, after all, she thought, who wants dead weight? But he started to speak and she listened.<br/><br/><i>'...restock fees, you'll get paid too.'</i><br/><br/>She looked at Dwayne in astonishment and stammered a thank you before the sting of sudden tears made her bolt from the table, mumbling an excuse of needing to use the bathroom, she would return for the coins and her breakfast.<br/><br/>She barely made it to her quarters barring the door from inside before the floodgates finally opened. The dam had burst and there wasn't a thing to be done about it. Grief, uprootedness, fear, and frustration had all been roiling in her save for the few hours of sleep in Dwaynes bed. With his arm around her...She cried for some time, her sobs stifled by the the pillow, tears washing her soul in a way. This didn't mean all those feelings had resolved and been put away, but it was a good start, a solid if wet start. But wasn't that how life started anyway - wet and with cries? Eventually she went to her small bathroom and washed her face after Bianca had told her to get back to the bridge for landing.<br/><br/>"Crewman Anjali".....<br/><br/>it had a good ring to it.<br/><br/>She hit the intercom and paged Bianca "Acknowledged, Bianca, I'll report to the bridge right away."<br/><br/>She looked back up at her little mirror. This was now her little world too. With two other people, well, one and an AI. Oh forget about it, Bianca was a person too and that was that.<br/><br/>She opened her quarters and quickly walked to the mess. Her stack of coins was there next to the remains of her breakfast. Anjali quickly quaffed the remainder of the juice after choking down the cold scrambled eggs, put her tray in it's designated receptacle and headed to the bridge.<br/><br/>Crewman Anjali was reporting.