[ lydia is sitting on her bed fiddling with what looks like a leash that isn't attached to the dog it's normally attached to. it almost looks like she's not paying attention to the feed being on before she looks up and smiles a tight sort of smile. ]

Assuming that more than just one or two people made it back from that really ill-advised trip to the bridge, I don't feel bad asking you all this question instead of crying about people dying. [ the smile becomes a little tighter then, like she already had cried before the jump. after a shake of her head it's gone like it was never there in the first place. ] Say you have powers at home and on this ship and they were working perfectly fine when you were at home and when you found your way on this ship.

[ she pauses, like she has to figure out how to word the rest of what she's saying before she continues. ]

Has anyone had their powers go from working perfectly fine on this ship to not working perfectly fine? Maybe even working in ways that are not even remotely how they're supposed to work in the slightest. I mean, it's a little weird and I'm looking for some perspective. Or a base to compare something to. [ she hastily adds: ] I'm not asking because of me. Mine— I'm just not asking because of me.

Blah blah blah why am I locked in space blah blah blah this is so unfair blah blah blah I was in the middle of something blah blah blah you don't know who you're messing with blah whine blah I'm having a acid trip and/or ridiculous hallucination whine blah whine I'm so lost and confused whine whine whine.

[ She certainly just droned all of that. ]

Moving on.

Where can a girl find drinks and good company in this rackety piece of scrap? And while we're on that line, clothes would be much appreciated as well.

But, you know, drinks first.

[ Her voice softens, getting even a bit sweet. ]

Thank you.