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[The man is young. His dark hair hangs around and in his pale face, forming a cap, brushing his shoulders, dripping fluid from its ends. The hospital gown he wears is just as wet; it clings to his thin frame. He's shivering, and his eyes, when he shows them, look wide and shocked

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Hello.

You are on a spaceship.

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[He's not surprised at the claim, given the general nature of his current surroundings, but he'll be at least a little bit surprised if it has much veracity. He doesn't know who he's talking to: his captor, some kind of computer program meant to respond to basic queries... or what? Someone in the same predicament? His first response is to repeat the words, deadpan.]

A spaceship.

[He sounds weary, and manages not to stutter, although he's still shivering. When there are so many questions, it's hard to prioritize them and choose what will be next. Where? is one he'll leave until later; he thinks he may get a better answer from other remarks in context than from a direct response to that particular question, if that response is, "I said it's a spaceship."]

Why? How many other people are here?

[If I was going to create an illusion of space travel, he realizes, I would make it cold. He doesn't appreciate his current circumstances at all, but in the smallest way, he's impressed with the attention to detail.]

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[She knows that mysterious floating text is probably a little frustrating to someone who wants answers, so she starts a video feed, giving L a view of the jumpsuited, stern-looking young woman currently typing to him. Chell nods to acknowledge, then goes right back to the keyboard.]

Yes. I am not sure how many of us there are, or why we are here. The ship is in disrepair. That's why it's so cold.

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[He nods back at her to acknowledge that he's seen her, understanding that she won't talk... possibly can't talk. It's hard to tell, but why else would she send a video feed of herself, then proceed to type? The only thing that comes to mind is that she has a specific reason to hide her voice, but if that's the case, evidence will show it in time.

For the moment, she's a source of information, which makes her fascinating... even if the information she's giving him is mostly delineation of what's unknown.]

Is the ship in space? How do we know for sure--how long have you been here, Miss--?

[Maybe she was abducted too, or maybe this is all a performance... but he can't yet formulate a good reason why she would lie about not knowing why she's there. The story is too bizarre, and if his captors wanted to set a task for him, they could be more explicit about it. It's possible that not telling him the nature of any given task is part of the hoops he might be expected to jump through, if there are any... if there aren't, why put him in

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[She appears to consider this for a moment, knowing that she is very frustrating to deal with in the speech department, but Chell presses onward. They're all in this together, after all.]

Yes. It has been four days.

You should find your room. It might have some of your belongings.