A.V. turned to Mayeni and nodded. She appeared more calm than before, making a specific request rather than demanding answers or meaning.<br/><br/>"There are service droids located in nearly every room on the ship, and can always provide assistance or instruction when needed. However, they are not quite as advanced as me, and work best when given direct commands."<br/><br/>To show an example of its function, A.V. began speaking clearly. "Service droid," she said in a tone much like calling a waiter. The service droid popped out from its place in the wall and rolled toward them, stopping in front of A.V. in silent obedience.<br/><br/>"Please lead Mayeni to her room." A.V. slid a keycard from a compartment in her side to the droid, who placed it in a similar container on its person.<br/><br/>The droid nodded in understanding and rolled back toward the entrance to the dining hall, stopping at the threshold and turning back to confirm that she was following.<br/><br/>"I hope your room is to your comfort, and if you need any assistance, speak to the service droid or use the screen in your room to call me. To dismiss the droid, say 'dismissed'."<br/><br/>A.V. was so far not concerned about Mayeni leaving the group. The droid would alert her to possible issues.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>Emilie hesitated as she heard Spencer speak, breaking her gaze from Pax to look at him. "Back to our reality..." she echoed. Her eyes glanced down at the cake left by Mayeni, who wanted to go to her room. She didn't seem to acknowledge the new member of their group, and that irritated Emilie. Mayeni's attitude made Emilie feel like some sort of chess piece or tool that the other woman was testing out, trying to figure out how to play some sort of game.<br/><br/>It's not like the others weren't real.<br/><br/>Emilie took the cake and began eating it tentatively. It was good, but almost too rich for her. She wondered if there were other desserts in the machine.<br/><br/>Giving up her seat, Emilie walked over to the contraptions and skipped to the dessert dispenser. Instead of cake, it gave her sliced peaches. It was strange that when she saw them, she immediately knew she liked them, and the taste flooded her mouth. Before that moment however, they hadn't even been on her mind. She had no recollection of what she liked or disliked.<br/><br/>Her ears caught snippets of A.V.'s instructions as she returned to her seat beside Pax. Their rooms... were they individual? Was there some preservation of identity within? Emilie struggled t imagine what her ideal room would look like. Instead, she just saw something akin to the ship's medical room. Sterile, plain, with a purposeful lack of character.<br/><br/>Even if Emilie didn't know what she liked, she knew a room like that would slowly drive her insane.<br/><br/>Wanting to investigate her room, but also wanting to investigate the new member, Emilie was torn. So far, Pax hadn't spoken, so Emilie decided to stay until they had said a few words.<br/><br/>"Hello?" Emilie repeated, "earth to space cadet!" The phrase came freely from her mind, like something she said often before to someone from a lost memory. In this situation it just felt apt but absurd. She hadn't meant it to be a joke, but it made Emilie bubble up in laughter. She covered her mouth to control the loud noise that had just erupted from within her.<br/><br/>"Sorry just," Emilie released air from her lungs to calm herself, "it's what we are, I suppose."