[After the machine tower had crashed around her and sent her falling into merciful blackness, when she'd awoken in the medbay of this ship, she'd first thought she was dreaming. Thought she had somehow been placed back in her role to play her part once more, to the floating YoRHa base where she would be given orders and told where to go. But the YoRHa base was gone, wasn't it? Everything was gone. The machines. The sword 2B had returned to her. Pod. 9S...

He should be fine, at the very least. She had made sure of that. Better now to focus on her current predicament: she feels... odd. Off. Slow and fuzzy around the edges. She'd listened in silence to the chirping machine and had wandered, as if in a daze, out of the medbay and into the greater interior of the ship. The sight of the blue-green marble of the planet outside makes her gasp, and for one brief and terrible moment she thinks again that she has somehow reentered the cycle she'd tried so desperately to escape. But this planet is not Earth. She has not been reconstituted into some new and pristine form, ready to be sent down to fight and struggle and die for something that no longer existed. Her body and the damage she'd put it through are still intact, her hair loose and flowing down her back again.

She's beginning to realize that she may be in another star system entirely, and feels a cold comfort at it. Something new after days of blood-streaked and gray sameness. The machines of this vessel seemed benign and far more elaborate than the rusted metal contraptions she was used to killing. Even if she wanted to threaten or kill any of them, how dull and clumsy she feels and her lack of weaponry give her pause. Perhaps they were like Pascal, unnetworked and free to make their own decisions.

As a result she's very quiet through the introductions and explanations from the machines, but mention of "Nova-Cream" makes a flicker of indecision cross her shellshocked features.]

A galactic what?

[It's the first words she's said since awakening here. The machine begins to explain, but A2's already turned away to stare out in mute fascination at the nebula swirling in the distance. Slowly, she approaches the window, pressing a palm against the glass. Her eyes are wide and wondering.]

It's... beautiful.

[Her voice is very soft. It's almost as if she's afraid to voice the thought too loudly.]

[Stepping warily into the mess hall, A2 is immediately overwhelmed. It's so... bright. So much activity, so many voices and sounds and smells. Strange smells. Wonderful smells. In all of her admittedly short life, she had never been in a crowd of this size. Had never seen a place so colorful and loud. Even the machine overrun Amusement Park of her world paled in comparison to this.

Androids don't eat, and so she has no real need of anything here, but she seems content to watch and observe others indulging in the local (?) fare. Someone, she's not sure who, had passed a bottle of something into her hands. The label reads...]

Cherry... cola. [She repeats slowly to herself, then frowns. What an odd name for something meant to be food. It seemed wrong to drink it when she didn't need it. Nor did she especially want it. She wasn't really sure what she wanted. She cautiously pops the top off of the beverage, jumping a little at the unfamiliar hiss of carbonation releasing from the bottle. This task complete, she then proceeds to look down into the bottle as if to glean something from it.]

This is... something to drink?

[She might need some help.]

[Naturally, she chooses the Security division. It doesn't occur to her that she has a choice. However, once she takes in the equipment she's been given, she frowns to herself. The frown persists and her face darkens, even though she catches on quickly and seems to understand the weaponry and other supplies.

It wasn't like she didn't know how to use a gun, but...]

... This is a Gunner's equipment. [She says at last, and then doesn't clarify what that means because she's poorly socialized. She's trying her best.]

[The wildcard option — feel free to find her wandering around anywhere throughout the ship, being pushed to try other food choices (or any food choices...) or anything else. For those in the know, A2 has been pulled from postgame, after The [E]nd of YorHA ending.]