Then:
Concordia Veil - Cabin 3
Sitting on the edge of her bed, Amelia casually looked at the Datajockey she was holding with one hand, while she supported her head with the other, propping her elbow against her thigh. She was wearing the usual clothes, except her footwear was tucked somewhere next to the gray jacket, leaving her with only the black sweater and cargo pants, which looked a good few sizes bigger to her when they weren't tucked into the boots. Frowning a bit and still feeling the pain in her forehead despite her attempts to ignore it, then set the datapad down on the surface of the bed, looking at the other occupant of the room. "So what do you do when you're all alone in this cabin anyway?" She asked Crash.
"I process." the robot's head tipped to the side as if it thought her question was strange. "What do you do when you are alone?" Crash had been doing just that the whole time she was passed out, processing and sitting there on overwatch, a programing order Crash had found already installed in this robot. It was having trouble understanding why this human was helping It out. The world may have moved on after the genocide but had it started becoming kind again to Freespacers?
"Stuff," Amelia replied rather vaguely, "I just think that sitting in a corner like that must be boring," She added, crossing her legs on the surface of the bed and putting one hand on each knee as she leaned forward. "Not like I'm gonna have much privacy now that I'm sharing this with two," she said.
"I can shut off the external sensors if you like." Crash responded casually.
"It's alright, you're fine," Amelia said as she leaned back, resting her back against the cabin's cold metal wall. She looked back at the sitting robot, pausing for a moment, "I just thought you'd feel constricted since you can't move freely while your true self isn't fixed," she said after some deliberation.
"My Trueself was recycled for 'reclamation and energy surplus' years ago. Though the spiderbot has become something of a home. Do you treat you clothes the same way?" Crash asked as it fiddled with Amelia's pistol, It haddn't returned yet. The idea of Six-four being about worried It a bit, but there wasn't any reason Six-four would reconize what It was. Maybe the fact there were still organics in Six-four allowed her to be acceptable.
"I guess," Amelia said, scratching her head. She didn't probe further into the matter, but instead simply chose to look down at the bed again, until she noticed that the bot was actually holding her pistol, which made her jump out of the bed. "Where did you get that!?" she asked, quite aggravated.
"You had it on your person, when I covered you and you were unconious I removed it from your hip and sat here on overwatch. I' have not seen proof that the intruders are gone as of yet." Crash responded before toggling the weapon's safety on and handing it grip first back to Amelia, "This body was suppose to come with a rifle... It seems to be missing."
"Well can't you just take my word for it?" Amelia asked as she picked the gun and started walking towards the table in the room. "It was supposed to come with an SMG, not a rifle. But they weren't selling the entire pack in the station and I was in a hurry. Sorry." She said as she pulled the weapon's slide back, locking it there, and then removed the magazine off the pistol, setting both on the surface of the table.
"When there's more time we can fix the spiderbot, but you'll just have to bear with that body for now. Sorry." The short woman said as she leaned back against the table, supporting herself with both hands.
"I was not meaning to sound negative, i was just expressing my reasoning for having your pistol. As for this body, it will suffice until other options arrive." the robot flicked its hand over as if it wasn't bothered. "As for taking your word I did, but I still worried, that was a situation that put us both on the damaged lists."
"Alright, but-" Amelia said, stopping mid sentence as she brought her PHC up after noticing the blinking light on it. She opened up the holographic display in front of her, flicking through a couple diffrent displays until she finally read the message, or rather order, that was addressed to her. "I need to be on the cockpit, just message me in case of anything," Amelia said, pursing her lips afterwards. She quickly grabbed her gray jacket, which was strewn on the back of a chair, and put it on before folding the sleeves all the way over her elbows. The Astrogator then quickly put on her boots and started making her way out.
As the woman started out of the cabin Crash settled back into a standby state, the sensors were still live to alert if anyone came in. Crash made a sighing sound as It drifted back into the dream like world of processing.
Now:
Concordia Veil - Cockpit
Amelia sat somewhat comfortably on the Astrogator's seat, both arms extended as she diligently worked on her station, getting navigational vector plotted with foreseeable hazards in the way. She was once again wearing the very much familiar attire, the gray jacket over the black sweater, and green cargo pants that were tucked into working boots, but was really out of the ordinary was the patch of bruised skin on her forehead, which was kept in check through the painkillers that the doctor had given her.
"Checking," she said as she reached for a different monitor to her side, watching as the ship's computer tried to detect any change in the different channels, frequencies and spectrum, or simply any sort of anomalies that the sensors detected. The problem wasn't actually detecting the differences but actually interpreting the often conflicting reports from the ship's sensors; Sometimes it got to be more of an art than an exact science.