[ Ripley is only slightly out of breath when she comes to a stop in front of the first stranger she sees. She’s, admittedly, spent the past hour or so fiddling with technology she’s completely foreign to and maybe the past ten minutes kicking it out of frustration. She heaves a breath, composing herself. The fellow looks friendly enough, even if there’s something about him she can’t quite lay her finger on. ]

So I’ve gathered. I’m sure the Prismals take joy in covering everything in bright colors and patterns, but I...find it obnoxiously headache-inducing.

[ She pinches the bridge of her nose, like she’s already fending off said headache. ]

If you are more familiar with the mechanism than I, be my guest. [ She turns to stride back to her quarters, then pauses. ] Go ahead and bring your things. My room isn’t terribly far from here, and I’m sure we can manage to conjure a table of some sort.

[ And with that, she’s off. ]