Waking up very relaxed, and a run in with a bot.

You wake up feeling incredibly well rested as you shift around in the bed, your muscles not having any complaints for the first time in maybe weeks or months of sleeping in squats or safe hiding places, thankfully due to you barely being into your twenties your youthful body is able to shrug them off after some brief exercise and stretches, but you must admit waking up and not having the dull throbs or minor pains when you first moved was a pleasant surprise. You swing your legs over to the side of the bed and slide onto the soft carpeted floor enjoying the change of not feeling the cold metal floor of the ship and ended up you sleeping in your shoes. You slowly walk over to a large counter wooden counter, it's color standing out against the plain soft whites of the majority of the room's decoration. You pick up the small sack which you managed to make from the smart fiber clothing which was stuck in the drab jumpsuit, sack was a bit of an unfair term to describe the container but it lacked any handle or holds to considered a bag, but still retained the hidden lining and pockets your old outfit did. You retrieve a pair of plain white cotton shirt and shorts and a few of your keepsakes, a small locket with a picture of your mother, an old leather bound black book which you use to make notes of contacts and other useful notes on the off chance you find yourself doubling back and revisiting any of the planets you've visited, and your newly acquired tools from the ship, examining the brushed titanium design of the tools before tucking them back into the pouch and placing them in a drawer of the counter and placing the now empty sack on top of it, on the off chance an overzealous cleaning bot scans it and flags it with the security of the station.

You decide that you'll take a quick shower before heading out, deciding to make the most of the access to hot water, and enjoy the sensation of having the water run down your body as your carefully wash yourself making sure to get your long red hair properly washed, toying with the idea of possibly getting it shortened a tad to make it a bit more manageable, and while you think on that you make a mental note to pick up some of the strong hair spray you use to ensure you don't unintentionally leave some telltale evidence the next time you find yourself breaking into a place you shouldn't be. Thankfully there was a great demand for a product for people who care strongly about keeping their hair in place on worlds with high winds or otherwise bad weather conditions and couldn't afford their own portable weather shields. You conclude your shower and step out and begin to look for a towel to dry yourself off with when you realize that there doesn't seem to be one nearby.

"Crap no towel." You mutter to yourself as you glance around the bathroom for a cupboard where some spares might be kept when you suddenly hear a low pitch buzzing sound, you turn to the source of the noise dropping behind the counter with the sink set into it and kept your eyes on the doorway to give you the best edge to whatever was making the sound. Suddenly a highly polished silver colored bot floats around the corner with a large white towel in hand.

"Pardon the intrusion miss, I have a fresh warm towel for you." The bot says in a well spoken but still obviously robotic tone, something you understood after the recent moves to make a more solid barrier between humanoid life and artificial ones, after some dubious experimentation of a megacorp and a huge series of lawsuits that caused it to driven under and pulled apart by its competitors, like vultures circling a fresh carcass. You missed the specifics but knowing people you assumed it was something involving financial or sexual motives or possibly a combination of the two

"Oh thank you." You say as you lower your guard and step forward and take the offered towel from the bot, as you look into a blue circle on the bot as a very basic digital face looked blankly back at you, it's sensors scan you.

"You are most welcome, would you like me to bew you a hot drink, we have a wide variety of caffeinated and other stimulant beverages." The bot continues as you begin to dry yourself off.

"Oh thanks, uhhhh I don't suppose you guys stock shimmer leaf tea by any chance?" You ask hopefully, it was a big ask an elven delicacy your mother introduced, it was quite bitter but very relaxing drink with detox properties which might help your body shake off some of the harder living conditions of your last few months.

"I will with our stores and will place an order for some if we lack it." The bot replies quickly before it begins to slowly hover away before it stops a blue light flashing on its side, and it floats back towards you the light buzzing of it's small repulsor engine reminding you of a small insect swarm. "Another guest, a miss Viper has asked if you would be free to have breakfast together, would you like to accept, I should be able to have your requested drink to the table." The small bot asks as you finish off drying off your body.

"Sure that would be great." You reply as you head over and find a device to dry off your hair quickly.

"Very well, I will reserve a table for you both, would you like a discreet table or one closer to the other guests for pleasant conversation and possible networking." The bot replies hovering as its sensors focus on your face.

"I think discreet but is Viper would prefer differently I'll go with her choice......uhhh what can I call you, by the way, I feel kind of rude not calling you anything." You ask as you get ready to move your hand to the drying stand.

"Very good, and you may address me with any name of your choosing, is there any preference to how I adress you, do you have any issues with the gender I currently use to identify you?" The bot asks as it hover waiting for a reply.

"Uhhh just call me Val, and I'm good for the gender stuff." You reply with a smile as you feel happy to know that at least the robots weren't overly judgemental to the rather fluidity of people's gender identification. "I think I'll call you bug if that's ok with you." You say looking at the small blue face of the small bot, its small digital eyes look up to you and then around the room.

"Why does Val wish to refer to this unit as bug?" The robot asked its unblinking digital representation of eyes glance up to you.

"Well you repulsor engines make a small buzzing sound, and you've got a small cute chassis, so small cute and buzzes reminded me of a small cute bug." You reply with a smile that you hoped the bot would read as sinscere.

"In which case this one is happy for Val to refer to it as bug." Bug replies with a digital smile appearing on its small panel of face, before it leaves the bathroom and you begin to dry your hair, the hot rush of air breezing down your head in a pleasant and almost massage like fashion. Once all dried you dress yourself in one of the crew jumpsuits hoping that you can buy some clothes sooner, as the idea of playing busy mechanic will lose the appeal.

In any case you make yourself as presentable as possible unzipping your jumpsuit and losing the cotton shirt so that a good deal of cleavage of your perky boobs is onshow, and hoping people will mistake you for one of those girls from the various pin up posters. With that and some lose preening with your hair you ead off out to meet Viper checking your pockets for the credit chits that Jacque gave you.