Alexa watched the others reactions in silence, too busy trying to adjust to... whatever this was. She felt strange, every sense of living felt so new and yet familiar. She run her hand along her face, like she was feeling it for the first time. Thick eyebrows, a nose that felt like it might have been broken in her previous life and then... oh. A scar. No. Two. One down her right eyebrow, the other along her jaw on the same side. She wondered where she got them from, who gave her such permanent marks? Was it an accident? Or self inflicted? Picking up the mirror, she decided to finally look herself over in the mirror. Her resting facial expression looked angry, she felt intimated. Wait, intimidated by her own reflection? That was stupid.<br/><br/>The woman raised an eyebrow at the final person to awaken, listening as she asked A.V. all manner of questions. The robots real purpose, who it - She? - was. Why hadn't Alexa thought to ask the robot that? Was she just so dazed that she believed every word that escaped it's mouth. She hadn't felt any need to question such things, if she had a duty to fulfill she would do exactly that.<br/><br/>Then another girl asked another good question. Alexa perked up at this, swinging her legs round to the side of the bed and sliding down so she was standing up. Standing, something that should feel so natural and yet, her legs wobbled for a moment until she adjusted to the feeling of her own weight on her feet. 500 days. The woman frowned, what were they supposed to do for that long? And they had to start preparing<span style="font-style: italic">right away.</span>Prepare for what? Surely they were trained to do their jobs without needed 500 days to learn them.<br/><br/>Too many questions for the young woman. She didn't like the uncertainty she felt. She shook off the feeling of curiosity and instead decided to just pay attention and follow instructions. As soon as A.V. asked them all to follow it, she fell in line behind it and walked with purpose.