The faster newcomers learn where they are and how things work, the faster... well, arriving on a deep-space vessel in another universe will always be a shock, but that's all the more reason to help them adjust, if they're willing to try. This one is incredibly calm for her first day on the job, though there's an inward tension at first that Bel senses more than sees. She's open-minded and practical, and there's kindness in her smile. All good signs.

The terminology, though, is food for thought. Bel has heard function used in this context before, falling just as naturally from inhuman lips -- or typed raggedly by a being without a voice. The light at the woman's wrists is a gentler glow than Tron's sharp blue-white. But programs aren't the only ones who wear circuits back in their world.

In the meantime, it's easy enough to answer her. "I was, until the new captain showed up. Looks like they're moving some positions up to the Tower instead." Catching the flick of her eyes, Bel glances down at the uniform and grins. "That'd make everyone's stripes obsolete. I'm Bel Thorne, by the way. Of a rank that makes as little sense as the stripes, back where I come from."