Glad of the information, Yori shakes her head. "All these changes must be even more disorienting for crew who had time to know the old way." She just hopes the new captain/admins will stand by the contracts and count her as crew, not the misplaced program she is.

"My name is Yori. Pleased to meet you, Bel Thorne." Bowing doesn't seem to be a widespread custom here, but she inclines her head a fraction anyway. She had just started to feel more comfortable than painfully inept at the gesture. "Any more advice for finding my way?" If the words come out a little hopeful, it probably won't hurt anything.

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