"Not so loud!" The short one's head darted back to the monitor displaying the deathcrawler's POV, and immediately realized her mistake. Ironically, the squeak itself was loud enough that Akemi could hear it double. "Do you want the whole planet to hear?"
On a remote command, the old industrial junk-tank rolled towards the doorway and produced a key, unlocking the large doors and swinging them open. Lyco rolled over and embedded herself even further in the pillows, as if that would protect against all of the nasty bacteria in the wind. Soon enough, there was nothing but a round-cheeked angry head sticking out, jellybean-shaped eyebrows furrowing.
"You know, I really don't understand you, Cat Boy..." A remote poked out of the side of the pile in order to pause the show, right as some giant impossible space insect was exploding. "You're too damn cheerful! This planet sucks, and even the locals know it!"
Upon closer examination, there were print-outs of bootlegged manga and 3D printed action figures mixed within the stray computer parts. Keeping up their regular hygine standards, her clothes were basically in one big rumpled pile on top of the cooling unit. Nothing but tank tops with weird slogans and technicolor panties. There also a small fridge with a biohazard symbol on it, which may or may not have been a joke given spacer diets.
"You can come in, but tell anybody about this and I will end you, understand?"