The somebody nearly dropped their dessert. The quiet calmness was suddenly interrupted with some whirring and a somewhat gentle voice. The wanderer turned to the noise and soon felt very childlike. They felt caught doing something they shouldn’t be. They weren’t too startled, however, since they knew there were definitely weirder occurrences than a small double-wheeled droid. Its four arms made the somebody think they would be some kind of service droid—maybe for cleaning or mechanics. They couldn’t recall how they knew this information.<br/><br/>The droid named the somebody Pax. The brief explanation to why they were here only added more questions. Pax didn’t respond for a detectably awkward amount of time but they were talking to a droid so it didn’t matter. The wanderer wondered if this droid picked up on social cues.<br/><br/>The droid apologized and offered to bring her to the other people. Other people! Pax was curious to meet their fellow colonizers. It was exciting to think that they’d be on a completely new planet someday. Pax wondered suddenly why they would want to leave behind everything for a new start. They had a million new questions that they knew they likely wouldn’t get the answer to. The whole avoiding emotional trauma ideal seemed like an important concept to this program.<br/><br/>“Can I finish my cake first?” Pax asked while tilting the package so the droid could see its contents. Part of this was because Pax really did want to finish her cake and the other part was to see how concerned with their health and satisfaction the droid was. A droid who was more concerned with their programmed mission could be dangerous in unexpected situations.