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[andalust]

The ridiculous part in finally being free from the psychotic program that ran and maintained the mazes Esplin had been running through with this soft human body for who knew how long was the fact he couldn't stop moving once he was out of them. Semi-familiar noises caught by these less than optimal ears would have him spinning around, looking for

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[conductyourself]

Clef was just leaving Hydroponics as Esplin approached it, and caught the muttered words just as he looked up and noted the odd expression on what he thought was a woman's face. It took him a beat and a step to register and process what it all meant.

"Back down the hall, take a right," he said without even turning around as he walked away.

[andalust]

Esplin stared at the -- person -- who had decided to answer his not-question. His female voice was starting to grate on his own ears, if he pitched it lower simply to not hear what he perceived as a whine there. "Your directions are lacking."

[facepunching]

Soren watched Esplin fall over with some small amusement.

"The Media Library? Are you sure you don't want the Medical Bay? Perhaps they could teach you how to walk without tumbling over every tree root."

[andalust]

Esplin stood without too much difficulty, face contorted into a grimace of disgust as he brushed his palms against each other. Dirt fell off them, if he could tell they were going to be a bit sensitive.

Human bodies were so stupidly sensitive.

"It's a side effect of being held captive by that program for too long." His lips, that feminine face, looked displeased, in a muted, subdued way. It was his eyes that held most the malice. GLaDOS was something he severely disliked at this point in his existence.

[facepunching]

"You are referring to GLaDOS? I thought she put her test subjects through her paces." Soren made a brief walking gesture with one hand. "Made sure they were fit for the rigors of space travel. No?"

Soren didn't care either way about GLaDOS, having never encountered her before. If anything, mention of her provoked mild intellectual curiosity.

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[andalust]

"No." Esplin didn't particularly care to re-elaborate (on his not very elaborate) explanation. In fact, he was more inclined to walk away.

Which he was, given his particular set of priorities lay nowhere near continuing this conversation. (S)he turned, walking back the way they'd come.

[caringcassie]

Cassie approached the stranger curiously, watching the young woman to see if she could figure anything out about this newcomer from her demeanor. Given the fact that the newcomer seemed a bit disoriented, she guessed that this might be a new arrival, although the girl seemed to carry herself with more confidence then she'd expected from someone who was likely at least a bit lost and confused. Some people just carried themselves with natural assurance no matter where they were though, so Cassie didn't think on that much. Besides, for all she knew, this person could have been here for a long time. She had certainly not met everyone aboard yet. Not even close.

Still, sympathy ran through her as she remembered well how confused she had been when she'd first woken up and she resolved to find out if everything was okay. It couldn't hurt to ask just in case. The worst that could happen is that she'd be mistaken and this person wouldn't need anything, which wasn't a bad thing at all. "Do you need some help?"

(OOC: I'm sorry. I know that

[andalust]

Esplin shifted, face neutral at first. Something like irritation crossed her face, a subtle turning down of her lips and narrowing of her eyes more reflexive of a general displeasure than intentional displays of emotion. She read awkwardly, like she herself was a bit disjointed, if the irritation did seem genuine.

"No," she said curtly, voice lacking the edge her eyes carried. "I need time and better information, that's all."

He remembered Cassie from when he arrived, still in the glory that was Aldrea. Aah, the power, the sheer... assurance of being that an Andalite had inherently.

She smiled, the barest upturning of her lips, so much more forgiving than the hard faces of the Hork-Bajir. Humans used their mouths for a lot of expressiveness, he observed, if he didn't spend much time observing them. Irritations, all of them, and something the Empire would have to deal with in the future.

Hmm.

"It's frustrating," she said, honest. It was an interesting word to say, with this particular mouth. Frustrating.

[caringcassie]

Cassie was a little taken aback by the girl's tone and the harsh look in her eyes, but she quickly set it aside. Everyone reacted to stressful situations differently and irritation as well as anger were a common options.

"Well, maybe I can help a bit with that. I can't do anything about time, but if you have any questions then I can try to answer them."

"You mean this place? I could certainly agree with that," she said sympathetically, offering a friendly smile. "I'm still not really fully used to being here yet, but it does get a bit easier as time passes."

[andalust]

"If you can see how much time passes." Her voice was flat, partly out of preoccupation. Esplin found Cassie to be... perhaps perceptive, if more to a point he found her tendency to want to connect with, understand, or help others to be an open means of manipulation.

Not that he needed something like that. If it could be... useful.

He turned to her, attempted to smile, then stopped the attempt. "How much can you tell me about the Ohm? Or the Daligig. Or the GIA, or even these Catastrophists?"