Finished The Stars Look Very Different Today

"That sounds skizzin' great, actually! I used to have a stock of high quality Xipor on board but that was one of the first things to get looted of course. I can't really take any of it but my passengers always said it was the best."

Cambrissa reached out and took Azlin's hands in her own, her nanites adjusting their collective temperature to be pleasantly warm to the touch. Her smile softened and she showed some genuine concern in her eyes as she looked at the other woman. "I know you had things rough on 13. But hey, at least now if you take some drugs or have sex with someone, it'll be because you want to, right? No doing stuff that grosses you out to survive anymore."

"Absolutely! And we're all here to help you discover them. And keep you safe while do. And display the spines of anyone who attempts to harm any of you along the side of my hull to warn those who would harm you guys! I'm thirsty, would you like a drink? The minibar still has a small stock that I can draw from."

Cambrissa's mood never faltered even as she clearly glitched slightly, her normally sunshine yellow eyes turning a piercing, malicious red for a second. But she skipped over to the far wall, leaving the hologram up while a panel opened to reveal a number of bottles and a small bar with drink mixing supplies. "The syrups are probably bad at this point, but I still have some bitters that are preserved that could make a killer cocktail if you want. No skulls of our enemies to drink out of though. Tragic."

"I bet. Well this is the good stuff," she promised with her own grin as she poured the drink into a shaker glass and added a few drops of the bitters. Ice was easy enough to come by, at least, and she started shaking the liquid together.

"You deserve nice things, Azlin. You all do. I can't thank you enough for saving me. If you guys hadn't come along, my batteries would have eventually died and I'd be gone. Just... poof. My hard drives would have rusted and there's be no saving me."

She poured two glasses of the chilled beverage, pale translucent green and turned to hand one to Azlin with a smile.

"Fate? I don't know that I believe in fate, but it's a nice concept isn't it? There's a concept called a thermonuclear miracle: naturally occurring events that have such an infinitesimal chance if occurring that they might as well be impossible. And yet..."

Cambrissa took a long sip from her drink. It did nothing for her: the nanites that made up this body couldn't get drunk. But she could simulate it for solidarity. "You're a strong girl, Azlin. You survived a world made to kill you for you entire life. That's amazing, you know?"

The hologram images in the center of the bridge slowly faded and shut down. She didn't want to admit it, but she couldn't keep all of her systems running all the time at the moment: her battery was still too depleted. So she just smiled and concluded to be a distraction until Azlin got tired and needed to go to sleep.

"I do, actually," Cambrissa said, setting her drink down to lean back against the bar, resting her hands against it. "The gist of it is that my program was developed to learn and respond much like an organic mind. Then I was seeded with artificial experiences to develop my personality in ways that fit the role I was intended for. In my case, to be a kick-ass party yacht host."

She smiled softly and gave a noncommittal shrug, indicating as best she could that this didn't bother her too much. "But I do feel all the same things you do. The full gamut: anger, joy, lust, sadness, fear. Maybe not the same way; all of my responses are based on thousands upon thousands of stored experiences giving me context for how to react to a given stimulus."

Pushing off of the bar, she closed the distance between herself and Azlin, lifting her chin up gently with her hand so that their eyes met. "You didn't upset me, Azlin. I get it - I'm like nobody you've ever seen before. I'm weird to you. You don't have to be afraid to ask questions."