"Well. We're pretty clearly outside each others' context. I'm just as confused."

"Alright then," Gluttony says slowly. "Food. And then we figure out what the fuck is going on. Food makes thinking easier."

"Adding food to a situation rarely makes things worse, I approve of food right now."

The blue wall disappears revealing Wendy, dressed, bearing a look of slight concentration and then a smile.

"You look better already," Pride seems relieved. "Food it is."

She's coiled the whip again, and it's clipped neatly onto a clasp on her belt.

Wendy stays aware of the weapons. Hard to put your finger on it, but she's standing in a certain way. Guarded. "I'm guessing you don't eat in here. It's, like, an entry hall."

"Quite correct!" Gluttony agrees. "This way," she leads the way out into the main corridor.

It's as dim out here as in the airlock, sheer metal walls smooth and dull enough to not reflect the lighting. Neither Gluttony nor Pride seem affected by the dim lighting, obviously well used to it.

Insides of things are dim when the best thing you have is candles. Those aren't candles, but she wasn't really expecting brighter.

Wendy's command of the language she's using is somewhat shaky, even before the slight disconnect between - dialects or whatever the difference is. "About us confusing each other... I can do many things by using up written charts of symbols. I have two Magdalene's Spheres of Protection active now, just one was not enough to sustain me in the void. The wall of light was similar. You seem surprised by it, so I think charting has not been discovered here?"

"Feels more like something that just...doesn't exist," Pride corrects. "I think if they existed we'd have found them by now."

"I mean, we don't know everything, Pri," Gluttony points out. "But it sounds like a fair bet. Although it doesn't explain your existence."

And here is the galley! Which is slightly brighter. And Gluttony bustles over to a stove, and pokes at a pot that's busy simmering on it.

Pride ushers Wendy into a seat.

"Is all this... Stuff machines? Walls made of metal would be expensive and heavy and the pot and stove is the first thing I recognize, except it is not burning coal."

"I mean. We could use a coal burner. But then we might start having problems with our filtration systems. Might be worth it for the taste... Wrath yelling at me on the other hand..."

"Metal is slightly more resilient than other substances to being outside of the atmosphere," Pride notes in amusement. "We counteract the weight with anti-grav systems and powerful engines. But yes. I suppose you could say you are in fact inside a machine."

"Here," Gluttony puts a bowl brimmed with steaming stew down in front of Wendy. "Eat. You look half-starved."

The stew is thick, with visible chunks of vegetables and meat.

"Spoon? Also where I'm from there's, uh, dirt and sky and ocean and things. Not sure how people live here - unless it's sort of like being on the ocean, this is a ship? I'm probably going to end up trading magic with you but I do not actually trust you more than reflexively from saving my life while thinking you were picking up salvage and seeming friendly. Yet, that is."

Gluttony slides a spoon over as she shares an amused look with Pride.

"There are places where people live on planets, dirt and sky and ocean, we just...prefer the quiet of space. And well. We've got the tech to survive in it."

"And we tend to know exactly what we're picking up. Our sensors are pretty damn good. And a woman floating in space without an enviro-suit? That's something that catches our attention."

"Well. It's magic." A spoon, yay. She can eat filling potatoes and beef. Hot and not even stolen.

"So you say-" Pride starts.

"Let the girl eat, Pri," Gluttony cuts her off with a gentle slap to the upper arm. "There's plenty more if you're still hungry after that. Or sandwiches. Or I can make something else entirely."

"I'll tell you all about it." Nom. "Jus' hard to do that around a spoon."

"Okay, that's fair."

The door slides open and another woman stalks in, muttering sourly to herself.

Her clothes and hair are noticeably singed, and on her visible skin, along with oil smudges, there's a variety of burns and cuts, that do in fact appear to be visibly healing. There's also a variety of scars that it's hard to tell if it's from current injuries healing, or historical injuries - some do look like surgical scars. Her face is decidedly asymmetric, and that almost certainly predates her current injuries.

She's making a beeline for the stove.

Gluttony sighs, shakes her head and easily manoeuvres around the woman to serve up another bowl, shoving it into her hands with a spoon.

The woman takes it with a grunt, and leans against the counter next to the stove to wolf it down.

Oh hey someone who actually looks like they work for a living. Except for regenerating before her eyes.

...Her protective spells are still up, yeah.

Wendy is not trying to stare down the threatening-seeming newcomer. But she's not succeeding at not doing that either.

The newcomer blinks lazily at her, apparently not at all put off by someone staring her down.