Corporal Ruya Aras.<br/>Tagging: AMZN-T108m302 (<a class="username" data-user-id="18963" data-username="@TheCorsair" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/18963/">@TheCorsair</a>)<br/>Location: Crew Quarters.<br/>---<br/><br/>Ruya just wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at how dangerous and fatal uranium slugs could be. It was all bravado. Not like she got to shoot without someone else’s say so first. “You’d guess correctly then.” She just concluded with a shrug. She hadn’t been given any ammunition yet, all she had was the rifle. And her fingers twitched to begin yet another dissembling, her mind compelled to do such arduous, repetitive tasks than go any further on an anti-authority spiel.<br/><br/>If they did give her the depleted uranium shells, they probably weren’t expecting survivors to begin with.<i>And a high casualty rate to go with it, especially with an expendable soldier like Ruya.</i><br/><br/><i>I’ve been partially reconstructed before, due to damage sustained in the course of my functions.</i>How nice. “Me too.” Ruya said under her breath, though probably not in the same vein as Ami. They had tinkered with Ruya somehow in her orientation and resocialization programs. She listened without further interruption as Ami listed the rest of her functions, which all rather seemed like fancy ways to say<i>meet and greet</i>anyways. She was curious at the<i>attending to her needs</i>part but the thought was quickly dropped when the android seemed to begin a new sentence…then dropped off.<i>What were you going to say, friend?</i><br/><br/>Instead, Ami seemed to wrap up the conversation, promising perhaps further conversation at dinner. “Androids need sustenance like that? Surprising. I guess you’ll be a lucky one if you can disable your taste buds when dinner does come around.” Ruya rolled her eyes amusingly. “And it’s<i>Corporal</i>, please. Not because I’m pulling rank, but I’m far from<i>Mrs.</i>if you catching my meaning. Just keep it simple.” She corrected the android and without further word, she turned back to her cot and pulled herself up, twisting at the top of her leap to sit at the edge, pulling her weapon back onto her lap while her legs dangled over.<br/><br/>She wondered what Ami left unsaid for that brief moment. There had been…a<i>look</i>. Or maybe Ruya was imagining things. But certainly in the midst of the authority-bound organization they were in, it probably wasn’t best for any of them to start prying into such things.<i>They</i>could be listening.<i>They were always listening.</i>“Buh-bye.” She said, with a rather dry tone and mock-cheer in her voice, wiggling some fingers in a farewell gesture to the android.