[b][u]Teige.
Rutgun Drinkwell.
16:50.[/b][/u]

[i]'Oh no... Not this...'[/i] 

Teige's body stiffened. The scent of this one was strange. So was the way in which she spoke, and she could swear she heard some sort of machinery near or inside of it. Then the woman's appearance... She looked... Humanoid. But her body was so dotted with metallic and cybernetic implants that it was hard to look at her without shivering in discomfort. Surely, Teige could resist one, maybe even two unnatural implants, but the woman had far exceeded that number, and it was difficult for Teige to look her in her black, white-dotted robotic eyes. 

[i]'Please don't be one of my crewmates, please don't be one of my crewmates...'[/i] Teige repeated countless times in her mind as she kept a tight stare fixed on the cyborg woman.

The wave confirmed it. She was one of Teige's crewmates. Navigations Officer Sha'Knora, apparently. The way that Sha'Knora looked at her was... Unsettling. She took no seat and gave no smile, just... Looked at her. Coldly. Teige visibly shrank, even if just a little bit, into her seat, arms tucked tight at her sides and shoulders raised as if to protect her neck from a wild creature.

"Uh... Nice to meet you, too..." She muttered, just barely audibly, "I-I guess you can join me. Are you a, uh, one of those, uh... cyborgs?"

Teige made a mental note on rewarding herself later for the smoothness in which she started the conversation.