"Hello, Chell," she said, trying and failing to decipher her expression. Maybe they weren't really friends? Maybe they were from a culture where AI/organic relationships were taboo?

"I haven't seen anyone in a casing like yours. Of course, I've gone over the hangar several times looking for...things...and didn't see you. Your yellow-eyed friend may just be in storage somewhere."

She darted one eye sideways to look out at the stars. "Or maybe he's still out there."