Mealtime; There are a few aspects of space travel within this particular universe she's found herself in that Mineva is still adjusting to. One of those would be the notion of the replicators. It takes her a moment to speak to the replicator itself and the request she makes of it is simple - tea, that's all.
Instead she ends up with a plate of... well. Mineva can't quite bring herself to actually pick it up out of the replicator thanks to it's wriggling about. The look she shoots to person behind her who may or may not be waiting to use the replicator is one of unconcealed surprise.
"I... think something is wrong..."
Turbolift; Mineva still knows very little about the lay out of this sort of spaceship. The turbolifts themselves are at least very familiar to her and she seems like a rather prim and proper girl as she stands on her side of said lift, hands folded together.
At least until the lift jerks to a loud and screeching stop. She braces herself against the nearest wall and stays there for a moment or so even after everything comes to a stop, waiting to see if anything else happens. When nothing does she lets go of the breath she had been holding before she reaches up to brush back hair that had shifted in the rush of movement. Then she direct her attention to her companion.
Mineva Zabi | Gundam Unicorn | OTA
There are a few aspects of space travel within this particular universe she's found herself in that Mineva is still adjusting to. One of those would be the notion of the replicators. It takes her a moment to speak to the replicator itself and the request she makes of it is simple - tea, that's all.
Instead she ends up with a plate of... well. Mineva can't quite bring herself to actually pick it up out of the replicator thanks to it's wriggling about. The look she shoots to person behind her who may or may not be waiting to use the replicator is one of unconcealed surprise.
"I... think something is wrong..."
Turbolift;
Mineva still knows very little about the lay out of this sort of spaceship. The turbolifts themselves are at least very familiar to her and she seems like a rather prim and proper girl as she stands on her side of said lift, hands folded together.
At least until the lift jerks to a loud and screeching stop. She braces herself against the nearest wall and stays there for a moment or so even after everything comes to a stop, waiting to see if anything else happens. When nothing does she lets go of the breath she had been holding before she reaches up to brush back hair that had shifted in the rush of movement. Then she direct her attention to her companion.
"Are you alright?"