She glanced at the nametag. While she was glad this one was opaque, she didn’t like have to talk to new people every day. She shook her hair out of her face and crossed her arms in front of her chest. Looking him dead in his ‘eyes’ and she spoke demandingly and loudly.<br/><br/>“I need another blanket…and better food; surely with this technology you guys could figure out how to make a cheeseburger or pizza or something. And I want some Pepsi.”<br/><br/>She hopped up to sit on the table, hooking her ankles together and swinging her legs. As another show of good faith, she tried to speak their language.<br/><br/>“Where’s Droox?”