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For a moment it sounded as if she had never actually left Venus, and it was all Volana could do to avoid lapsing into her native tongue. Still, she appreciated the small amount of comfort and familiarity that it brought, lightyears from a home that she would in all likely hood never see again. It was reassuring that her now fifteen year old first impressions of her comrades-in-arms still seemed to hold true, it was more likely than not that these individuals would ostensibly be the only souls she would meet for a very long time.

Volana nodded in greeting to Zakharin, the older pilot more robot than she was, as her mouth currently occupied at the moment.

It was then that Konstantin drew her attention to another pilot who had stepped into the mess. She was definitely a pilot, her flight suit couldn't be anything but, however it was of a complete unfamiliar design to Volana. That, and the fact that she was completely blanking on both a name and a face. Volana was fairly certain that she had met every other pilot that was on board just before they all went under for cryo, though she didn't preclude the possibility that maybe her brain got a bit too frozen during the trip.

Either way, she was obviously part of the crew, even if her unifrm and patches were unfamiliar.

"[color=aquamarine]Don't worry, they made sure to get me food to keep that from happening,[/color]" the cytherean pilot smirked, padding the empty seat next to her own with her artificial hand.

Which was held by her real hand.

It was then that Holden made his way over, it seemed like the bunch of them were all cut from the same cloth. Food was very important.

"[color=aquamarine]Plenty of room![/color]" Volana reassured him, padding the seat on the other side in a similar manner to before.