"Um. Outrun scumbags now. Chat later?" was the distracted reply from Dwayne, and Anjali fell silent. This was what he did, and must have been doing well to survive this long in an inhospitable environment, she could pepper him with questions later. She looked over the bridge, the viewport, the command center with its banks of controls, screens, toggles and switches. To her the design looked oddly familiar, yet the technology was clearly superior to what she had seen. The dissonance came with the fact that the command center in front of her looked older and worn indicating that this wasn't a young ship. It would take some time to accept that she was the oldest human being in the known and inhabited parts of the universe, a regular Rip van Winkle, a story she had heard as a little girl. She didn't remember, did he live a happy life after he awoke? Somehow she didn't want to find out.<br/><br/>After reading Biana's short message Anjali typed a quick reply.<br/><br/>"Thanks Bianca, I will avoid verbal communication at this point. Please advise if I can be of any help in any capacity. If not I will remain quietly here until instructed otherwise."<br/><br/>She remained in her chair silently after hitting send, listening to Dwaynes conversation with Bianca until they were ultimately hailed and she watched Dwayne during his brief and clearly evasive conversation with the disembodied voice from the monitor's speaker. Dwayne's subsequent explanation to her raised more questions than gave answers. Why were they chased by a CM ship? Was it because of her, was she still 'property'? She looked at him and nodded, "I will go by Maria Alvarez, then" she said "easy to memorize."<br/><br/>Anjali avoided answering his last question. It was one to which she had no good answer. In truth she felt disoriented, afraid, and frustrated from the lack of information about what was going to happen to her, what had happened in terms history over the last two hundred and eighty odd years. Where did she fit it? Would Dwayne dump her at the next planet? What would she do, where would she go? But none of these questions were ones she was willing to voice. Why she wasn't sure. Was it because she didn't trust Dwayne? No that was not it, she trusted him, but she also felt that he shouldn't have to deal with someone he hadn't planned on. Dumping her was entirely his right. But then why run away from the Colonial Military ship and scatter a bread trail which would lead them astray? Wouldn't it have been easier to collect a finders fee from them and return her? So many things to think about to which she was unlikely to get any answers any time soon.<br/><br/>"I'm fine" she said simply, sidestepping the question "but I could use some scrambled eggs and toast, how about you?"