Stepping nervously into the... what was it called? Turbo-lift? Why couldn't they just call it an elevator? That was what it was, wasn't it? Ruby fidgets for a moment, waiting for the door to close, and then her big green eyes open wide as sand dollars when someone hustles to get on board before it can. Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no, it's a boy. It's a... well, a man! He's a totally 100% grown-up adult man person!! Ruby doesn't know how to talk to boys at all, how is she going to survive this?? What if he asks her a question and she say something stupid? What if she can't even talk at all??
Okay, okay, get a grip, Ruby, you can do this. Maybe he won't want to talk! Maybe they can just make this trip in complete and total silence! That was normal, right? Nobody really talked in elevators back home, so... surely that would be the case here, too. Right?
Right?
Trying desperately not to hyperventilate, Ruby chews on her lower lip and shifts her weight back and forth from foot to foot. When the turbolift screeches to a sudden stop, though, Ruby finds herself failing at that whole not-hyperventilating thing. She presses herself against the wall as the lights flicker, and makes a startled, high-pitched noise when the man addresses her.
"No!" she gasps, and then claps both hands over her mouth. "I mean! No. Sir. I... I don't! I'm sorry!!"
She isn't sure why she would have a toolkit on her anyway, but she kind of wishes she did, because now she inexplicably feels like she has let this adult man person down. Her hands fisted by her face, Ruby looks pitifully up at him, though she maintains her distance. She's not exactly afraid of him--he has a nice face!--but everything about this situation, from the ship to the fact that she doesn't know anyone here, has her two hairs away from having a mental meltdown as it is.
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Okay, okay, get a grip, Ruby, you can do this. Maybe he won't want to talk! Maybe they can just make this trip in complete and total silence! That was normal, right? Nobody really talked in elevators back home, so... surely that would be the case here, too. Right?
Right?
Trying desperately not to hyperventilate, Ruby chews on her lower lip and shifts her weight back and forth from foot to foot. When the turbolift screeches to a sudden stop, though, Ruby finds herself failing at that whole not-hyperventilating thing. She presses herself against the wall as the lights flicker, and makes a startled, high-pitched noise when the man addresses her.
"No!" she gasps, and then claps both hands over her mouth. "I mean! No. Sir. I... I don't! I'm sorry!!"
She isn't sure why she would have a toolkit on her anyway, but she kind of wishes she did, because now she inexplicably feels like she has let this adult man person down. Her hands fisted by her face, Ruby looks pitifully up at him, though she maintains her distance. She's not exactly afraid of him--he has a nice face!--but everything about this situation, from the ship to the fact that she doesn't know anyone here, has her two hairs away from having a mental meltdown as it is.