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liesdontfindyou) wrote2020-08-01 03:10 am
"I guess so. I mean, you're huge, it's not like I could personally do anything about... whatever you're doing. Other than stealing our fuel, that is."
She's not sure if her relative nonchalance is her lack of sleep or chronic lack of fucks to give, lately. There's a thousand questions swirling in her head and trying to pluck a single one from the whirlwhind is easier said than done when every time she looks at this... 'Cybertronian', another one is added.
"I don't know who orders that stuff; the Director, I guess? Or... whoever oversees the pilots?" Her nose scrunches slightly in thought, but she shakes her head. "And anyway, it wasn't exactly ordered with someone drinking it in mind. It's just for the ships and in my experience, ships aren't usually picky."
"I'm sure that would be very impressive if I actually knew what that meant," Connie says, not even intending to be snarky.
Ah, infighting. Connie's seen enough of that for a lifetime.
"Well, as long as that stays far away from us... good luck, I suppose? Though I guess you being 'in charge' is pretty far away itself if you're stuck in our hangar."
Every new word she hears him say gets filed away into the 'figure out what that means later' pile in her mind. It's quickly growing.
"I mean, the ship has logs of our coordinates, the nearest population centers and more in our databanks, with how long you've been here I'm surprised you haven't figured that out already," Connie says, cocking her head. "I know I'm a... particularly nosy, person, but I think anyone stuck in a strange starship's hangar would try to figure out where they were."
Connie blinks.
"Our..." Artificial Intelligence? "Do you mean F.I.L.S.S.? She's not usually any good at blocking intrusions, I can get past her in my sleep."
Connie narrows her eyes at him. "Oh, I could, very easily. But you'd have to give me a reason I should."
"How am I supposed to know that you're actually giving me accurate information and not spinning me a line?"
Really, she shouldn't be entertaining giving another alien species access to any of their navigational data at all, but... whatever this guy is, he's certainly not Covenant, or anything close, or he'd just have blown the ship to high hell already. Probably.
"That'd be better than nothing."
She's still not sure why she's entertaining this, the entire situation is ridiculous, but it's the ridiculousness that's keeping her there, she supposes.
"And literally anything I give you about humanity could be verified by other sources."
Connie watches it with all the curiosity that is ingrained within her to her very core, taking in the backdrop and the colours and the motions that answer at least one question on their own, about how a jet could become an almost 'humanoid' form.
"Huh. That's..." She isn't quite sure what she intends to say, but she settles on, "There really are more of you."
"You'll show me more," she says, with a look in her eye that says she means every inch of that assurance, "but later. I suppose it's only fair I show you some information in return."
She has her own data-pad on hand, though she wishes she had her PC instead—things are generally quicker, on there, but it's not as if she carries it around. The problem with either device, she realises, is that they're exceptionally small and the text even smaller, but she'll cross that bridge when she comes to it.
Pulling up the Invention's current position in space and the nearest population centres isn't hard. It's technically public knowledge, to anyone with the most basic level of clearance.
"Here we go. We're a long way out from Earth, out here, but..."
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