So, any minute now they’re going to receive a message from Orion Starlines. Sure. Okay. Myrha lounges on the couch as they wait for any sort of communication. Of course, since the shuttle is impaired, and it’s probably going to be a few days until another shuttle can arrive, they’re all stuck here for the time being. Fantastic. Bartin coughs delicately.

“Ah, captain,” he says, “as it seems you might be staying here for a while, I’ll go about getting a room ready for you.”

“Yes, thank you.”

Myrha looks up from tearing strings out of the couch, “Wait, where’d you stay last night then?”

“We stayed in the crew cabins onboard the shuttle,” the android answers.

“Yes, they’re quite comfortable,” the captain says.

His face says what his words don’t: that the crew cabins are much more comfortable than anything at the hostel.

“Unfortunately, with the power gone, they’re not so comfortable anymore,” the captain continues.

Not to mention it would probably be a phenomenally bad idea to sleep at a crime scene, especially one that has volatile fluids leaking all over from a destroyed engine.

“I’ll just go ready your room,” Bartin says, then continues meekly “Most of our rooms are undergoing renovations. You wouldn’t mind, uh, sleeping on a cot, would you?”

The captain’s aghast expression says he would mind thank you very much.

“This facility doesn’t have a collection of bed pods?” the android asks skeptically.

“No, the beds come out of the wall,” Myrha laments.

The android gives her an ‘are you serious’ look that has Myrha cracking up. Who knew androids could be so expressive?

“Right,” Bartin says loudly, “I’ll just go and get that out for you.”

Something about the conversation bothers Myrha. She can’t pin down exactly what until the android sits on a couch warily, as if expecting it to fall to pieces underneath her.

“And what about the android?” Myrha asks, “Doesn’t she get a room?”

Bartin looks stumped, as if he hadn’t even thought about it. Myrha must admit that she doesn’t know all that much about androids, but she figures they have to sleep or recharge or whatever somewhere.

“We don’t exactly have the space,” Bartin mutters, “with the renovations and all.”

Myrha is quite sure that there are enough rooms, as there aren’t that many guests. She doesn’t glance at the android to see her reaction.

“So,” she drawls, “you’re just going to have her sleep on the floor?”

“Androids don’t exactly sleep,” the captain cuts in, a bit bemused.

“I will be perfectly able to activate hibernation mode without a bed,” the android says.

“Whatever,” Myrha unfolds herself from the couch, “have an extra cot brought up to my room. She can stay with me.”

Bartin looks as if he has swallowed something unexpectedly large without chewing and is now struggling for breath. Myrha saunters over to the front desk and smiles up at him sweetly.

“Also, the swill you call alcohol? You can deliver all of that to my room.”

At his indignant squawk she rings the bell to drown it out, and then continues, “It’s the least you can do after you lied about the prize package and forced me to share a room because you are inadequately prepared to accommodate guests.”

“Forced?!” he sputters.

“Also also, I’m still going to sue you.”

Then she swirls around dramatically and stomps up the staircase. Like a boss.