If it's any consolation, Trish isn't the only one who's been having a shit week. Robin showed up on a strange planet a little less than a week ago, and it's pretty much been downhill since then.

A full six-and-a-half days later, the young girl has finally been dragged aboard the Moira, given her MID and examined and all the other good stuff that comes with arriving through the Ingress. Now, just a few hours after her boarding, she's still exploring the place. She's still quite dirty from a week surviving on Ceta's surface, and her face and hands are covered with bruises and scratches, and her hair doesn't look like it's been washed in sometime - after all, how could she even think about washing up when she hasn't scoured this ship for potential exits and hiding places in case there's trouble?

Which is precisely what Robin is doing as she wanders into the ship's garden. Her eyes are wide - she has to admit, she hadn't expected to see something like this aboard a spaceship of all things. It doesn't take her long, however, to discover the blanket fort in the middle of the garden with a sad, chocolate eating woman inside. And, after that discovery, it takes even less time for her to poke her head inside.

"Hey. Can I have some of that?"