Happy Hour!

[protecthefuture]

Sarah was still worried about her son. Not that she didn't think he couldn't take care of himself. Not with Derek and Tin Girl around. He could. Even if he was a bit more... well, there had just been a lot to happen. Heading downstairs from her room, she walked over to Bar to get a drink and ended up with a little note beside it. Raising a brow at

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[subject_lj_here]

"Which... has the least amount of alcohol?"

She kind of needs it right now. Or something.

If nothing else, they can share their mutual hatred of AIs and robots?

[protecthefuture]

"Least amount of alcohol... probably the pain killer. It's got less than the other three."

Not that she's really paying attention to how much is in any of them. And perhaps, though she's never spoken of the Terminators openly.

[subject_lj_here]

"Can I... can I have one of those, please? It's been... a long week."

[protecthefuture]

She nods and makes up a pain killer before setting the glass down in front of the person. "Here you go."

[subject_lj_here]

"Thank you." She smiles softly--it's orange!

"I don't think... I don't think I've seen you. Before."

And she watches.

[protecthefuture]

"You're welcome."

She's used to being watched. Most of the time by Tin Girl... Derek or her own son. So this woman watching her... it's not really bothering her. Though she does give a small smile in return to the girl's own smile.

"That's because you haven't."

She hasn't been here that long.

[subject_lj_here]

"Ahh. Sorry."

Beat. Sip.

"I'm not... the best with people."

Really, now?

"This is good."

[protecthefuture]

"You've nothing to be sorry for."

Pause.

"I'm not the best with people either."

Though at the mention of the drink...

"I'm glad you like it."

[subject_lj_here]

"Oh. Okay. It's good! I had... something with orange in before, but it wasn't really the same."

Beat.

"I'm Chell."

[protecthefuture]

"Sometimes things aren't really all that good."

She gives a smile.

"Sarah."

[subject_lj_here]

"Nice to meet you!

"That's... almost... what's the word... when you speculate on things, and life."

[protecthefuture]

"There's a million different words for it. So what did you do before you ended up here?"

[subject_lj_here]

"I..."

Beat.

"I was a test subject."

>.>

[protecthefuture]

She frowns at those words. A test subject... It made a lot of things come to mind. Things she'd rather not remember.

"For who?"

[subject_lj_here]

"A research facility known as Aperture Science Enrichment Center."

A long pause, and a sneer, accompany her next words: "And GLaDOS. Genetic Lifeform and Disk Operating System."

[protecthefuture]

"Machines?"

That one word question almost seems to be said with a growl. But that growl is light, almost unheard. But anyone close to her would hear it.