(Before the start of Chapter 4)<br/><br/>Sophia smiled a little. She wasn't used to compliments. She looked around warily not glaring anymore, just observing. She noticed finally noticed the glances and cautious eyes. "Hmm. Well who woulda thought?", she said out loud to herself. Unfortunately, she couldn't afford to risk getting close to any of them. "<span style="color: DarkOrange">They'll find out who you are. They'll kill you and take you apart and study you!</span>", shouted Epsilon in her mind, his mechanical voice just oozing with glee,"<span style="color: DarkOrange">Don't trust them. It's the only way you can continue living sweetie!</span>"<br/><br/>Needless to say, Epsilon's outburst completely obliterated Sophia's small but dangerous ideas. Despite the tactless approach he took, he was right. It would be an unnecessary risk to get involved with any of the higher ups. "<span style="color: DarkOrange">Unless of course, you kill them afterward. But that also brings its own pitfalls!</span>", interjected the AI. While all this went on in her head, Sophia's smile faded and her face had gone blank, like one watching a computer monitor.<br/><br/>Alicia's voice broke through the inner exchange though, "Well, it is a bit boring. I can guarantee there may be some soldiers holding much more interesting parties around the ship somewhere. But we are dressed more for this kind of party, not a grunt's drunk bash. I know a friend who can locate them though if you are so interested." Epsilon went quiet, obviously not threatened by getting close to the grunts of the army. "Well maybe we can change outfits...", Sophia's mind wandered back to the Alicia's room. "<span style="color: Green">By the way, what are you working on in your room? When I walked into the dorm I couldn't help but notice the glow of a computer.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>