[ she tips her head, expression neutral as she tallies the odds. ]

If you're new to space, you're going be nauseous for weeks. [ her natural bluntness matches his casual tone. he hasn't said enough for her to assume he's a greenhorn, but too many people on board have revealed as much to her already. the sickness that some experience may be inevitable, regardless of the state of the fabricators. in fact, the fabricators being on the fritz probably correlates more with the accidental drunks that ripley encountered in the mess hall than the more serious symptoms. 'course she's a warrant officer, ever more technical than medical. ]

But it all depends on if the fabricators are malfunctioning from sudden overuse, or if they're completely broken — or if the food is the problem at all. [ an ominous statement, but she can think of several other potential causes of illness, ranging from a lack of quarantine procedures to a familiar monster. ] I was looking for a toolkit to tinker with one of the devices when I found you.

[ whoever he may be, wherever he may come from, as if any of that matters much on this abandoned terminal. ]