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The ridiculous part in finally being free from the psychotic program that ran and maintained the mazes Esplin had been running through with this soft human body for who knew how long was the fact he couldn't stop moving once he was out of them. Semi-familiar noises caught by these less than optimal ears would have him spinning around, looking for the origin. He was tense, taking stock of side-areas and nooks to shoot into or duck within, depending on what ludicrous thing was after him now.

Restless, plantsuit clad feet eventually found the long walkway that led into Hydroponics, pausing at the start. It was a lot of straight, inescapable space to wander, and he had no illusions over what this body could do. Other than fall, roll, and stand up again. Repeated far too often for his personal tastes, as he learned his mindless, human body was less well balanced (if more even gaited) than the Gedd through which he'd first discovered what it meant to see.

He still considered Hydroponics a gigantic waste of space, nothing like the memories he'd borrowed of what his homeworld was like, harsh and grating and the height of survival of what moves fastest and moves first. Anything Aldrea might feel, instinctual, was a curious memory to turn over and examine. Andalites prized their concepts of carrying some home with them where-ever they went. That he could identify, in the loosest sense appreciate, what that meant left him with the beginning of a sneer on his face. Or perhaps he was suffering from indigestion. None of his expressions read correctly on a human face. Gedds, Hork-Bajir, and Andalites all lacked the complete, soft, helpless moldability of the human form.

Disgusting.

"Hydroponics." Tasting the sounds, talking out loud to himself in the way he'd started to when running mazes, getting used to the feeling of this form of vocalization. It was far less effort than enunciating with the Hork-Bajir's hard mouth and reluctant tongue. "I want the Media Library."

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Clef was just leaving Hydroponics as Esplin approached it, and caught the muttered words just as he looked up and noted the odd expression on what he thought was a woman's face. It took him a beat and a step to register and process what it all meant.

"Back down the hall, take a right," he said without even turning around as he walked away.

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Soren watched Esplin fall over with some small amusement.

"The Media Library? Are you sure you don't want the Medical Bay? Perhaps they could teach you how to walk without tumbling over every tree root."

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Cassie approached the stranger curiously, watching the young woman to see if she could figure anything out about this newcomer from her demeanor. Given the fact that the newcomer seemed a bit disoriented, she guessed that this might be a new arrival, although the girl seemed to carry herself with more confidence then she'd expected from someone who was likely at least a bit lost and confused. Some people just carried themselves with natural assurance no matter where they were though, so Cassie didn't think on that much. Besides, for all she knew, this person could have been here for a long time. She had certainly not met everyone aboard yet. Not even close.

Still, sympathy ran through her as she remembered well how confused she had been when she'd first woken up and she resolved to find out if everything was okay. It couldn't hurt to ask just in case. The worst that could happen is that she'd be mistaken and this person wouldn't need anything, which wasn't a bad thing at all. "Do you need some help?"

(OOC: I'm sorry. I know that this is an older post, but I thought it might be interesting to thread these two, but if you're not interested just feel free to ignore me. I totally and completely understand. :) Also, I'm sorry that I can't make this post properly. -_- Last try.)