"We're alone.." She muttered softly, "We're all alone on this fucking ship in the middle of space. No one else seems to be awake and the only other person that's awake is a quite cute guy who's name I don't know. Don't freak out Anna, don't you dare freak out." Anneliese continued to look for something that even resembled a control center, even just a sign saying 'main controls this way' would be helpful. Her footsteps echoed in the quiet of the ship and she rubbed her arms, hating the feeling of being alone.
She came across a door with the words "Main Deck" plastered across them. There was an electronic panel beside it with intricate buttons, dials, and sensors that looked more confusing than a Chinese finger trap would to a 3 year old. The word "Fuck," floated down the hall, along with the thunk of Milo's head connecting with the solid wood of the bar.
A small smile appeared on her face as she heard the curse and then saw the door. "Now..buttons..let's press a few of these." She suggested to herself, reaching out and pressing in a smaller and not dangerous looking button, bracing herself for something to bad to happen since she had no clue what else to do. The idea of talking to the other person that was awake crossed her mind and she thought for a moment, eventually spinning on her heel and heading towards the noise, leaving the panel and buttons behind.
"Unauthorized access." said the robotic voice from the control panel, and nothing else. Everything was then silent.
"I'm 21! What do you mean I can't get a drink?" Milo's voice rebounded around the ship once again, sounding agitated.
"Hello?" She called out, again following the sound of his voice towards where she figured he was, "New guy? Where are you?" She smiled lightly and chuckled when she heard him arguing with someone or something.
"Upstairs, to the right. And the name's Milo," he responded, rubbing the growing red mark on his forehead where he hit the bar.
"That wasn't a very smart idea," the robot pointed out unhelpfully, receiving a growl in response
"Thank you," She called, nodding even though he couldn't see her, "Upstairs to the right," She mumbled, following his directions until she found him. "My name's Anneliese," She said, admiring the space before walking over to him and what looked like another person, standing a few feet away from them.
"Robot," Milo said, jutting a finger at the barman, who just waved.
"You two shouldn't b-"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, we under-fucking-stand," Milo growled, that phrase becoming increasingly more annoying each time it said it.
She smiled and waved to the barman, "Well, 'robot' should get a name," She decided, dismissing the comment about them being awake for whatever reason, "Something cool..and sort of robot like, but not completely."
"Mark," was what Milo offered.
"Ooo, I quite like that," Mark said with a smile that was distinctly not human.
"Then Mark it is," Anneliese leaned against the bar and looked down at it, debating whether she should talk to Milo or try to order a drink from Mark the robot bartender.
"And why can't I get a drink again, Mark?" Milo asked again.
"Your body is still recovering from your cryosleep, Milo. You will throw up for at least two days if I give you a drink."
"So what? That's the sign of a really good party back on Earth."
Mark gave Milo the robotic stank eye.
She laughed and nodded, looking between the two of them, "Could we come to a compromise Mark? Me and Milo will split a drink, then if we're feeling alright we can split another." Her logic probably wasn't going to make it past the mind of a robot but she was at least trying to get a drink for herself and Milo.
Mark shook his head. "No can do."
Milo shook his head, rubbing his face in frustration. "There's no real point, Anne." He'd already given her a nickname.
The nickname surprised her but she didn't comment on it, actually liking it, "If he won't let us get a drink then we should just take one." She suggested, a small smile on her face.
He shook his head. "Neither of us have recovered enough. Booze can wait 'til tomorrow, I guess."
"You two shouldn't be here," Mark pointed out once again.
"We know that Mark," She said, nodding at what Milo was saying, "If I can't drink then maybe I'll go explore some more. I already found the main controls, but it had some weird keypad thing next to it and I couldn't get it open."
He seemed to hesitate for a moment, rubbing his arms awkwardly.
"….Can I come with? I really don't wanna be alone right now."
She smiled and shrugged, "I don't see why not, we are the only two passengers that are awake and I don't think Mark here would mind," She looked at the robot and took a step away from the bar, hoping that her muscles were going to continue to listen to her so she wouldn't collapse or her knees wouldn't buckle.
He managed to get to his feet, groaning slightly. "I wanna find the dorms, get a nice warm bed, and sleep for 90 more years. Sadly, only two of those seem possible."
Milo stumbled when he tried to take a step, catching himself on the palms of his hands before his face once again greeted the metal floor. "Fuck."
Anneliese registered what was happening after his face had hit the floor and she walked to him, her eyes wide, "You alright?" She asked, holding out a hand to help him up.
He gladly took the hand, nearly pulling her to the floor with him as he got to his feet.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he mumbled, rubbing his nose and cringing.
She nodded and smiled lightly, "Don't hurt yourself anymore," She looked around and then nodded again, this time to herself. "Well then, if that's done, let's go explore."
"Can't promise it is, but yeah." He flashed a goofy smile as he continued to rub his nose.
"Sounds good," She said, chuckling lightly before starting to walk around, looking for anything new or cool to look at.
