[ Ana has seen a lot in her long life; some of it unexplainable, more of it simply senseless. She's learned to roll with the punches as best she can, but there are things like old ghosts coming back from the dead, and then there are things like the whole world ending. She remembers the darkness that had seemed to cover everything, then the strange dreams, and then this. She's not inclined to believe what she's told, not at face value, but even so - she has to deal with what's in front of her now.

What's in front of her is a single stasis pod, where her daughter sleeps.

She had been warned about coming here right away, but how could she not? She had no stomach for food or company or any other concern until she saw for herself that Fareeha was alive. Her hand is numb where she's pressed it to the cold glass, but she tolerates it. Her mask dangles from her other hand for the moment. It's careless to reveal her face here, but she can't see Fareeha for the first time in years and wear a mask in front of her.

She still has her biotic rifle strapped across her back, but she's not thinking about that, or any of the others who might wander through. At the moment, she's just a scarred old woman who wants to be alone with her thoughts. ]

Fareeha... [ I'm sorry. She swallows. She should have better control of herself than this. ] It's not like you to sleep on the job.

[ She speaks softly, in arabic, for her daughter alone. ]

The world must have really ended this time.

[ She doesn't know yet that everything translates to the same language here, and the place is quiet enough for her voice to carry. ]

[ Ana sets to work learning her way around the station. It's a fair amount of ground to cover, but eventually she makes her way back to the mess hall with the others. She finds a nice vantage point to watch people come and go.

Her appetite hasn't returned yet, but it's just as well. She wears an opaque black mask over her face that would make it impossible for her to eat. Only three blue lines are visible, arranged in an inverted triangle, not unlike the crosshair of the rifle she carries. Every inch of skin is covered by specialized body armor that has clearly seen some recent use.

If anyone approaches her, Ana easily falls into conversation, friendly despite her appearance. Occasionally she approaches someone herself, too. ]

Would you mind some company?

[ She finds her way to the training modules as she explores the ship. It's one of the least surprising things she's encountered so far, considering the reason they were all brought here in the first place. She listens to the explanation with a small group of other curious newcomers, but in the end she shakes her head, no, not today. She's not particularly concerned about being harmed but she's can't quite bring herself to let some stranger strap her into a chair and play with her mind while she's oblivious to the outside world.

It seems she's not alone in that, and she approaches anyone who has the good sense to be weary: ] I would say that it looks harmless enough, but it really doesn't.

[ She also approaches anyone who might have just left a session, if they seem amiable enough: ] Anything worth seeing in there?

[ feel free to hit me up with anything! ]