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[A pretty, green-eyed brunette with damp hair is looking into the camera and she doesn't look too happy.]

If you're going to keep me here against my will, the least you could do is provide some better clothing, yeah? A nicer room wouldn't go amiss either.

[Her tone is blunt, accent unmistakably English. You don't want to mess with this lady.]

Suppose it would be impossible to get a decent drink. [A beat.] Or a hair dryer.

On another note, whomever brought me here is paying for the removal of the tattoo on my arm. I'm not joking about that either.

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[It's been a while but... Dean won't forget those prissy British tones of one Bela Talbot anytime soon. There's a fleeting moment where the part of him that isn't used to people raising from the goddamn dead and being in space doesn't register, and he's actually surprised to see her face filling the screen of his device. She's supposed to be dead.]

Look what the spacecat dragged in. You take a wrong turn at freakin' Neptune, sweetheart? [He's feeling as charming as ever, Bela. Well done for inspiring that so readily in him.]

[Dammit.

Seriously?

Thank you fates for placing her on the same spaceship as Dean Winchester. Out of all the possible spaceships (yes, it's possible that it is a stretch) that Bela could be brought to, she had to be on the one with this bloody man.

A man who wasn't exactly her biggest fan right now, given the conversation she had with him over the phone.

She had to come up with something sarcastic to throw back at him. Something to hide the fact that she was kind of panicking right now and didn't want to be shown on the outside.

Bela didn't come up with anything witty though. Blame the disorientation.]

Bloody hell.

Most people call it space. [This is the third time Dean's woken up from one of the grav couches, and though his head still hurts like a bitch it's getting easier to get it under control every time...

But he's feeling less than sympathetic right now, and it's freakin' Bela Talbot.]

If you were expectin' the Ritz you're outta luck.

Oh, very funny. [There. She found her snarky tone. Bela isn't sure if she really is in space and that this isn't some elaborate prank.

But why would he lie to her? Scratch that, Dean had every reason to lie to her.

Still, the circumstances she woke up in...]

I wasn't exactly expecting to be in space when I woke up. Quite frankly, I'm not sure if I believe it or not.

Believe it, don't believe it. Makes no difference to me. But here's your one favor from me: you're in space. Sooner you deal with that the easier it's gonna be.

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Your requests have been broadcast to fellow crew members, individuals abducted in a manner likely identical to your own. There are none among us able to adequately meet your demands.

Well, now that's a bit of a let down, isn't it? And so eloquently put too. [Sorry, she's going to be a bit snippy and sarcastic for some time.]

Since you seem to be in the know about things here, what's the purpose of the tattoo on my arm?

[ if the tone registers for him, it certainly doesn't show. she's hardly the most abrasive individual he's encountered thus far, and the displeasure she's turning towards them has become something of a characteristic response.

spock's own voice remains measured and patient, almost inhumanly so. ]

It is an identification number. Your room and bequeathed effects are similarly numbered. It also functions as a key, the means by which you may freely traverse the ship.

[well at least he was being very informative and bela could appreciate that, even if she wanted to leave here and get back to much more important matters.

maybe he could prove to be quite useful to her. she could entertain the thought for a while.]

I'm fairly certain that I won't be able to roam around in all areas of the ship. Since I am a prisoner. [bela is adamant about that.] What areas are restricted, if any?

[ on the opposite end of the feed, his head inclines for the thought. a pause of consideration. ]

A formal list has not yet been compiled. Several corridors have proved inaccessible at the present time. [ another pause, before- ] I believe it would go without saying, that several members of the crew have begun examining alternative methods of investigation.

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It's not, actually. Impossible to get a drink that is.

[You may just become her new best friend.]

That's probably the best thing I've heard all day.

Well this is a glorified cruise ship, so I should hope they'd provide us some entertainment.

It's not my idea of a cruise ship at all. Where I'm from, cruise ships tend to be on water and not deep in space.

So, tell me. Where can I get a decent drink around here?

It sounds like that's the way for most people coming in. [not for Kirk, but, whatever.]

There's a bar down in passenger quarters.

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