At first, Amelie's curiosity was met with… Well, a great, steaming pile of [b]nothing[/b]. The medbay was just as empty and sinister as it had seemed when she woke up, save the steady robotic noises that was still (slooowly) coming her way. Hell, those were pretty creepy, too, if she was being honest with herself. It could only be so long until the comfort that the examination room had given her would wear off, and then who knew how deep the ghostly chill of the atmosphere would settle into her skin? 

[i]God...[/i] She would have preferred wading through her boggy mind for a few more hours over the next few minutes of needling suspense. Her hazel orbs darted to and from every corner, straining to see who - or [b]what[/b] - her newest companion would be. Somewhere, in an alternate reality where cartoons were given a four dimensional playground, they would have been throbbing out of their sockets, for sure. 

Finally, she was granted contact; though the red-head couldn't help but be a little disappointed after the initial wave of shock had subsided. Whether it would have been better to see a human or this very peculiar apparatus, she will never know. But as undeniable as the color of her hair, there it was again; the bizarre affinity, this time directed towards it. "It" being the ugly eight-legged creature, mounted on tread tracks and sporting pincers that quite obviously did not originally belong, rolling into her line of sight at what seemed like two miles per hour.

“Designate: AM-5. Designate: AM-5.” The spider-droid-thing kept addressing her, amusingly reminiscent of some child looking for its mother. Its vocal programming could have simply been stuck in a loop, which was even creepier than its earlier sounds; yet the more pressing issue was why it had her designation in its record in the first place? The technician was certain of one thing, however; its automated voice basically shattered the silence that had been clogging her ears, and though its purpose with her was still unclear, she was thankful for it.

When it shuddered to a halt before her, an internal war that lasted all of a few seconds determined that Amelie was to take a cautious step forward from cover, somehow trusting her original impulse that this place, and everything in it, was safe - for her, at least. She watched, still clutching her tech-pad to her green jumpsuit, as the robot surveyed her slender frame, as if confirming that she was, indeed, AM-5.

“Designate: AM-5. Entered [b]MEDBAY[/b] for [b]PANIC ATTACK[/b] leading to [b]LOSS OF CONSCIOUSNESS[/b]. Diagnosis: [b]REQUIRES PRESCRIBED INJECTION PERIOD[/b]. Medication has been dispensed. You are safe. There is no need for panic. Do you require additional help?”

A shaky inhale, while a hand pushed some of her hair back behind her ears. Her eyebrows had resumed their furrowed position as she swallowed what her nurse-bot had just prattled out, trying to sift through the information. So she had been entered into the medbay for loss of consciousness… But due to a panic attack caused by [b]what[/b]? The bot had also mentioned that the prescribed injection for the attack had been dispensed, but... She didn't feel any calmer? Then again, she couldn't have known anything other than how she had been feeling since her isolation in the room... [i]Dammit.[/i] Once more Amelie was hit with the frustration of memory loss. Perhaps she would have otherwise been bouncing off the walls with hysteria? Who knew? Certainly not her.

Even with the couple of answers the arachnoid provided, the woman was more confused than she had been before the freakin' thing dropped by. Determined to find out more about her current situation, the woman pushed her confusion to the side and cleared her throat to prep it for use, then anticlimactically proceeded to merely open and close her mouth several times. Suddenly it was like she was afraid of making noise herself, as if hearing her own voice would make this nightmare even more real than it already was. Though the automaton's reassurance of her being safe wasn't much to go on, she clung onto the consolation like it was her pad. 

Eventually, she mentally kicked herself in the ass and tried again, clearing her throat while the blinking green lights awaited her response. "Uh…" [i]What to say what to say…[/i] There were so many questions whizzing through her mind that she was having a hard time landing on one to spit out. Ultimately, she decided on the one that would probably lead to more explanations in the long run. "Um, do you… Ah.. Where is everyone?" It came out rather lamely, for which the technician compensated with another clearing of her throat. She wasn't entirely sure if the robot would give her a satisfying answer, but it was worth a shot. If she could just find others, they would surely explain to her what in the hell was going on.