[Isha had forgone food for the past 14 hours, as she'd been entirely too busy fixing, well, everything. Her sunglasses are pitch black now, masking her exhausted eyes. Her black metal left arm gleams slightly in the lights, gold inlay and diamonds twinkling just as much. It holds a cup of coffee as if it were a life source and the meaning of the universe. It might as well be both.
Q-11, the robotic greyhound, walks slightly ahead of her, stopping at the sight of the stranger. A subtle alerts flashes on her sunglasses as the pair approach the buffet.]
Well you're new.
[Not that she knew everyone, but she wouldn't miss anyone with tattoos, ever. Details made a person memorable. Isha made sure to learn them all, when she could.]
mess hall
Q-11, the robotic greyhound, walks slightly ahead of her, stopping at the sight of the stranger. A subtle alerts flashes on her sunglasses as the pair approach the buffet.]
Well you're new.
[Not that she knew everyone, but she wouldn't miss anyone with tattoos, ever. Details made a person memorable. Isha made sure to learn them all, when she could.]