To be honest, Bryn finds it hard to feel hungry after waking up in a high-tech simulation and being introduced to an AI and a Lieutenant Colonel in quick succession. But then, it's a perfectly reasonable plan and she doesn't really want to argue. Soldiers presumably have to get used to eating when they ought to, not when they feel like it. And hey, there's nothing like a scenic walk to give you an appetite.
(Does that work the same in a sim? She supposes she'll find out.)
"No, sir. I've been through the full set of allergy screens and nothing was flagged." She matches his pace easily: she's a few inches shorter than her Exo counterpart, but she's still pretty long-legged and used to being on her feet.
She can't help feeling a bit more self-conscious knowing her companions are out to study her reactions, but she's doing her best to co-operate. She tries to just focus on what she's seeing and not think about the scrutiny she's under. The sheer strangeness of the place helps: trying not to stare at other people in turn, doing the occasional double-take at some of the street vendors and lifting her head to catch the occasional strain of music both alien and oddly familiar...
And then there's the great library. She whistles on seeing it (and then tries to surreptitiously check their reactions because she doesn't know how much decorum they're expecting). She wonders aloud how it compares to the Ishtar Archives, and frowns with patriotic disbelief when Ghost tells her it's almost certainly far vaster. He'll have his work cut out to convince her of that, clearly. Flixbuster, on the other hand? She thinks that's adorably antique, despite the twist of her mouth when she peers inside that says it's definitely the 'Dung Ages' kind of charm. And people get together in there? Still? Do they ever clean it?
"It's funny how people still stick to ancient ways even when there's a technologically better alternative," she remarks after some thought.
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(Does that work the same in a sim? She supposes she'll find out.)
"No, sir. I've been through the full set of allergy screens and nothing was flagged." She matches his pace easily: she's a few inches shorter than her Exo counterpart, but she's still pretty long-legged and used to being on her feet.
She can't help feeling a bit more self-conscious knowing her companions are out to study her reactions, but she's doing her best to co-operate. She tries to just focus on what she's seeing and not think about the scrutiny she's under. The sheer strangeness of the place helps: trying not to stare at other people in turn, doing the occasional double-take at some of the street vendors and lifting her head to catch the occasional strain of music both alien and oddly familiar...
And then there's the great library. She whistles on seeing it (and then tries to surreptitiously check their reactions because she doesn't know how much decorum they're expecting). She wonders aloud how it compares to the Ishtar Archives, and frowns with patriotic disbelief when Ghost tells her it's almost certainly far vaster. He'll have his work cut out to convince her of that, clearly. Flixbuster, on the other hand? She thinks that's adorably antique, despite the twist of her mouth when she peers inside that says it's definitely the 'Dung Ages' kind of charm. And people get together in there? Still? Do they ever clean it?
"It's funny how people still stick to ancient ways even when there's a technologically better alternative," she remarks after some thought.