Static flicker of the comm coming to life, and she felt a dim little flicker of relief. A response then, she wasn't alone. That...that was every spacer's worst nightmare, finding himself, or herself, on a vessel, the only sign of life...something like that, that would make a person crazy that would. And it happened, more than she liked to think about, it happened. Still, she allowed herself a brief little smile, and a relieved sigh before making her response, "You have no idea how relieved I am to hear another human voice. Name's Ashlan Morris, and you've hit it right on the money my friend. This is most definitely not my ship. In fact, it don't look like any kind of ship I've ever set foot in, and in my line of work, I've been inside a lot of them. I dunno what kind of help I'll be, I know enough about computers to patch my own stuff if I need to, long enough to get me to a station or port, but that's about it. But I'd rather be there on the bridge than sitting here waiting for the alien to jump out and grab me. I'll be right there," assuming that she didn't get lost. But how hard could it be to find the bridge yeah? Most ships had at least the same basic principle layout, so it shouldn't be too difficult. Right then, out the door, which thankfully opened, and a left down the hall. The markings, which she supposed must have been some kind of directory were unfamiliar, nothing she'd ever seen before, and she couldn't quite shake the feeling that something was just...off, more than just waking up in a strange ship with no memory of how you got there, way more than that. But she found her way to the bridge easily enough, poking her head in maybe a little too cautiously, because by god, if something was going to try to eat her, she wasn't going to just go walking right into it, "Anderson?"