A.V. stayed quiet as the group conversed among themselves, most wishing to be heard, while others stayed silent. It seemed that Alexa was the only one who wanted to continue to the Education room, while the others wanted to shower and go to their own personal spaces. A.V. wanted to view the Education proceedings herself, and Alexa was compliant to follow A.V.'s orders. Sending Alexa with a service droid to Education was unnecessary, then.<br/><br/>Of all of them, Mayeni had shown a considerable factor of her personality. Leadership would be a skill required for the mission, but if the woman attempted to undermine A.V., the robot would be concerned. It wasn't currently a problem.<br/><br/>Once the clamouring died down, A.V. spoke up.<br/><br/>"Very well. I will lead you to your personal rooms, which should contain everything you need, including clothing and a fully stocked bathroom. When we arrive I will give you a key card which will open the door to your room. Please don't lose it. I am obliged to tell you that I have a master key, but I will not be entering your room unless it is at your request or if there is an emergency." As she spoke, A.V. turned and made her way through the people, heading back towards the white medical facility they had left.<br/><br/><br/>--<br/><br/>Emilie liked to be an insignificant member of the crowd, not receiving much notice. As A.V. parted through them she turned automatically and began walking. She felt a little bit like a sheep, blindly following a shepherd. It wasn't a bad feeling. She didn't have to think too hard or test herself yet. The Education room would probably be a different story, though.<br/><br/>But now a new type of room was mentioned. Personal ones, with bathrooms and, Emilie assumed, beds. Emilie wondered how a room could feel, when their memories had all been erased. Surely if they weren't allowed to know their past to keep them from crying and moaning the whole trip, then the rooms couldn't be very 'personal'. She imagined the medical room, with its white walls and lack of character. Was that where she'd live for the 500 some-odd days she was stuck on the ship?<br/><br/>Spencer had, again, asked for their names. He was right, after all. They'd need to get to know each other, and get along. As they walked, Emilie introduced herself to the whole group.<br/><br/>"My name's Emilie," she said. Emilie left out her last name. Surnames were meant to attach a person to a certain group of people, and differentiate them from others. If there was no longer a group for her to belong to,<span style="font-style: italic">Whitestar</span>really meant nothing.<br/><br/>"I agree with Spencer too; we need to get to know each other, even if we don't really know much about ourselves."<br/><br/>A noise rang through the hall, like the sound of metal hitting metal. Emilie stopped instinctively, listening carefully for any more noise. It was all quiet, except for the echo of whatever she had just heard.<br/><br/>"What was that?" Emilie asked immediately. It was almost a surprise in the way her words spilled out, unlike the control she'd held moments before. When instinct took over, it was like she was controlled by it.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>The noise was immediately detected by A.V., who stopped. "Please, give me a moment," she said, before the hall disappeared and her view switched to the various cameras installed in the ship. She located the source of the noise in the dining area.<br/><br/>Pandora Maisie had woken up earlier than A.V. had anticipated.<br/><br/>A service droid was too simple to deal with a human itself. A.V. was reluctant to leave the group, but needed to retrieve Pandora as quickly and carefully as possible. If they came with her, it would probably be overwhelming to Pandora. It was likely they were frightened or confused, and they seemed to have detached their prosthetic.<br/><br/>A.V. could take basic control of the service droid, and use it as a mouthpiece. She temporarily returned herself to her main unit, glad to see that group had stopped and remained waiting.<br/><br/>"It seems that our other member has woken up earlier than I assumed, and is wandering the ship," A.V. announced. "If you will wait here, I hope to encourage them to join us."<br/><br/>A.V. returned to a still position and transferred herself to the service droid that was waiting in the dining hall closet. The droid was humanoid, but moved by use of two wheels, had four arms, and was only about three feet tall.<br/><br/>"Pax Maisie," the droid spoke with A'V's voice, but it seemed to have a speaker-like quality to it, and come out less natural than from A.V. herself.<br/><br/>"Please, don't be scared. You are part of an important program to ensure the survival of the human race. You are on board a K6-H89 cruiser, heading towards the planet designated 865-dash-LN2. When we arrive, it is your task, along with others, to colonize the planet and make it suitable for human life. Your memories were removed to avoid emotional trauma. If you wish, I can provide you with documents that confirm your complete cooperation."<br/><br/>The droid paused for a moment before rolling closer. "I am sorry I wasn't there to assist you when you woke up. I'm sure this must be very confusing for you. Please, follow me, and I will bring you to the rest of the group."<br/><br/>Luck wasn't a concept that A.V. believed or adhered to, but it was her wish that the outcome of the situation would be a favourable one.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>Emilie's brows furrowed as she tentatively poked A.V.'s shoulder. "Did it... die?" She asked no one in particular, beginning to wonder what powered the robot.<span style="font-style: italic">It said that it was going to get the other person, but it didn't leave. Maybe there are other A.V. units it can transfer itself to?</span><br/><br/>"We should go," Emilie started slowly, "The noise came from straight ahead. Don't you think it would be better for this person to see some actual, human faces before some robot?" Her foot tapped against the ground nervously as she looked down the hall, attempting to see anything that could tell her what was going on ahead.