This is incredibly fascinating! She knew the train was capable of spontaneous generation, but actually seeing the results of it is incredible. She's wondering if said spontaneous generation has something to do with thought transference and creation at this point since no one has actually perceived a change occurring to her knowledge.
It's difficult for a scientist to not observe what should very much have been observable, but all you can do is take in the before and after of a process that she didn't get to be privy to. That would have been so exciting but she'll have to just take this instead.
The sleepers have small hallways and are difficult to navigate, so someone making their way to their room might suddenly have a girl holding a scanner-tablet stilt up high on her hair, all the way to the ceiling, to make room for them to walk under her.
"Excuse me, sorry! Just taking new measurements."
Tiny Food in the Dining Car
Entrapta's sitting with a brightly colored smoothy that she made for herself, her head in her hands and her hair turning pages of her journal as she looks over some of her robotic designs for Claudette. She should be able to install her First Ones crystal sometime soon! It's incredibly exciting because after that Claudette should be able to self-repair.
Which she's more hesitant to inform some more fearful people over, but she's still much more sure the flesh and blood people are prone to corruption than the robots with simple failsafes. Squishy brains are more confusing for her.
She has a half-eaten sandwich beside her- actually, a full sandwich is the wrong term, because she cut the bread into squares and added the ingredients to each individual bit like she was making four tiny sandwiches. It's not one whole sandwich that she cut apart. And she has three small teacups of soup to go with it.
A questionably hearty meal to fuel an eccentric mind. The straw makes an obnoxious bubbly noise as she notices someone come in, and she gives them a sharp but friendly, "Hi!" and if they're new to the train? "Kitchen and food are that way." She points with her hair.
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It's difficult for a scientist to not observe what should very much have been observable, but all you can do is take in the before and after of a process that she didn't get to be privy to. That would have been so exciting but she'll have to just take this instead.
The sleepers have small hallways and are difficult to navigate, so someone making their way to their room might suddenly have a girl holding a scanner-tablet stilt up high on her hair, all the way to the ceiling, to make room for them to walk under her.
"Excuse me, sorry! Just taking new measurements."
Which she's more hesitant to inform some more fearful people over, but she's still much more sure the flesh and blood people are prone to corruption than the robots with simple failsafes. Squishy brains are more confusing for her.
She has a half-eaten sandwich beside her- actually, a full sandwich is the wrong term, because she cut the bread into squares and added the ingredients to each individual bit like she was making four tiny sandwiches. It's not one whole sandwich that she cut apart. And she has three small teacups of soup to go with it.
A questionably hearty meal to fuel an eccentric mind. The straw makes an obnoxious bubbly noise as she notices someone come in, and she gives them a sharp but friendly, "Hi!" and if they're new to the train? "Kitchen and food are that way." She points with her hair.