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[notalkodarkness]

[In her rush to get up out of the unfamiliar bed, Christine's hand presses against the communicator and turns it's audio feed on.]

What? What is this?! Where .. Oh, my God .. Raoul? RAOUL?! Hello?? [There is a brushing of fabric on fabric as she finds her feet. Oh, if you could only see the level of shock on her face right now!! A soft gasp!My

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[The giant alien robot is on his way back to his quarters, down on deck 5. It's been a long day of punching bees, and trying not to break gym equipment. He's a bit tired, a bit cranky...

... and really didn't expect to bump into a panicked-looking human female running around deck 6.]

What is wrong with you?

[heavyweaponsbot]

Being sentient does not automatically grant intelligence.

[He's known plenty of his own kind that are absolute idiots, after all. And Ironhide's had his own share of stupid decisions.]

Possibly. You try your comm yet?

[notalkodarkness]

[She smirks at that a bit, nodding once. She had certainly seen more than her fair share of ignorance at the opera house. The men there were a group all amongst their own..]

Far be it from me to argue with you ..

[She trails off awkwardly, realizing she has not even introduced herself, much less asked the creature if it has a name beyond the class of creatures it has given itself.]

I am sorry .. I do not know your name and I would not call you 'creature' or 'Autobot' for my lack of manners. Might I ask your name?

[Ahh, yes .. and then there is the pesky thing about her communicator and keycard; both of which were left in her room when she crept off without thinking. bother of which are secured in her room, which she couldn't locate again right now if she had to. Hmm .. Awkward. Her brows knit slightly in confusion and she shakes her head.]

I do not know what you speak of .. my comm?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide snorts again. He would prefer not to be called "creature" in general, actually.]

Ironhide. That is my designation.

[Because of his armor, and, probably, his stubborn disposition. It doesn't matter much to him, either way. He cants his head to the side. Why was it that new arrivals always seemed to be terrible with the comms?]

The device that lets you speak to others on this ship. You should have one.

[notalkodarkness]

[And she'd certainly prefer not to refer to him as such! Anyone who's gone out of their way in the manner he has is a champion in her book, lemme tell you. Robot-alien or otherwise, he's a gem and she'd feel terrible if she'd offended him in any way! She furrows her brows slightly as he gives his 'designation' before realizing he has answered her question.]

Ironhide .. well, it is certainly a well earned name. [A smile up at him, possibly the bravest one yet.]

My name is Christine Daaé .. I know the circumstances aren't by any means the most formal, or pleasurable, but it is good to make your acquaintance.

[A bit stuffy, but she can't help the world she's grown up in. Besides, she's still covering a bit for her anxiety. Her eyes widen slightly as he describes a device that would allow her to speak with others and then shakes her head.]

I have nothing of that kind .. I have but the clothes on my back, the little enough of them that there are..