@Multifarious*I stand, brushing imagined detritus from my long, formfitting-spacesuit-clad legs. An idle hand dexterously brushes a strand of hair behind my ear, the lock having slipped from the severe bun that held the long river of raven-black strands. I stretch to one side, then another, the slightest hint of whirring servos audible before I sit back down, a little more comfortably. As I adjust myself, I look to the newcomer with entrepreneurial intent.*
Hymn of Predestination, I'm new here. It's a pleasure to meet you, Zoey. If you're looking for something to do, I'd love to ask you a few questions, get to know you. I'm a Pilgrim, you see, here to learn all there is to learn and all that. We could even talk while we clean space debris, if you don't mind helping our mutual friend Data.