"Nice to meet you, Roger Maxson. Welcome to the ship." Half a smile, not all that humorous, after her welcome. Her handshake was firm, probably more so than expected out of a teenager standing at just two inches over five feet.

"If it was, that happened a while ago. The Daligig might have an actual answer, or the ship herself. If we can get her to respond. If the Warden's in control of this sector, well, we'd better all play nice."

Sakura didn't know if that was particularly possible, but... "Not to say they can work like that, but something's up. Maybe it's left-over from things messing up right before podpop, or maybe it's an all new bug in the system. The ship hiccupped, we ended up here. Without working communications."

Hers wasn't in evidence, strapped into a pocket of the flak vest she wore. Plant suit and green flak vest, Sakura was largely unadorned of anything extra than one might expect of people on this ship. "Nothing's made contact, and maybe nothing will. Most the bad things don't take long in showing themselves off as bad."

More of a smile after saying that. "Unless we all start losing time again. Or memories."