Everything...?
[A blatant pause. Silence ensues, and then the sound of 'clanking'. It's plastic and not metal, though.]
Vin? Vin! [Some more clanking. By this point, Ashelin is actually trying to fix her communicator. Except it's not working, so she's going to use the one the ship gave her.] Vin, come in.
[There's a sigh of absolute exasperation
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Ah, miss? Please calm down, getting worked up won't help anything.
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I'm not worked up. Just save me some trouble and explain to me what's going on.
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Before you ask, no one knows how to get off the ship, or find the Captain.
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[Oh, hey. She's a captain, too. Just not of a ship.]
How many residents like yourself are aboard this vessel?
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I'm...not sure. At least a hundred, give or take.
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No, ma'am. The passengers have been taken from all different places.
...What's a Metal Head?
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[And that is a huge sign to Ashelin to not dive into too much information.]
Who are you and where are you from?
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When I said different places, I meant that the passengers all come from different worlds.
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Are you the only one of your world here?
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I believe so. I haven't seen or heard from anyone from my own world.
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I see. Anything else you have to offer that might be useful?
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I just keep an eye on the network.
Oh, ah, what's your name?
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Ashelin. I'm sure we'll see each other around the ship.
[Since that seems pretty inevitable.]
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