"This is fascinating."

Three little words, but they served to sum up the complicated mix of feelings swelling within the nineteen year old pilot's chest. Londo Bell's London base, all things considered, wasn't too far out of the ordinary for a military establishment of similar size. Housing and recreational facilities, dining facilities, training facilities, all were held under a single roof. Rather spaciously, at that. All of these things were familiar, very similar in many ways to the Newtype labs she was accustomed to. Some differences, obviously, as the two didn't actually share construction schematics. But the similarities were there. The real difference was in the [i]atmosphere[/i]. People were everywhere. Not scientists, not overseers, not handlers, just people. Normal people. Pilots, officers, support staff. People.

Akemi Tschida couldn't really help but try and keep as many of them as possible in her line of sight, watching their doings with great interest. The dining hall (she thought that was the term, she'd never been in one before) was a hub of social activity, and she was eager to observe as much of it as possible. Not, however, to the exclusion of the plate of 'fish and chips' in front of her; an attribute also under the heading of 'fascinating'. Small, curious bites got gradually bigger as the female half of the twins concluded that she [i]did[/i] like the food on her plate. "This is good, Akimi. Try yours."

Blue eyes panned across the area.

"Do you think they get to come here every day?"