Owner	Pose
Phyla-Vell	Sitting in the pilot's chair, or one of them, Phyla isn't actually steering or controlling the ship, much. But she is playing with the vertical movement thrusters, rocking them back and forth, causing the ship to ascend into space and then descend back to it's original spot. Like some sort of boat that's docked rising and lowering with the waves. She has her feet crossed and propped up on the console and is idly picking at some dirt under her finger nails. "Why are we just sitting here staring at this useless asteroid!?" She voices her complaint awfully loudly to no one.
Indigo	Indigo sits in the gunner's seat, though her hands are nowhere near weapons control; they are resting calmly on the armrests. When your brain does as many calculations per second as hers, everything feels like you're waiting around, so you learn patience. "I don't know. Maybe it's an asteroid crossing zone, and it has the right of way at the intersection?" she suggests lightly.
Phyla-Vell	"That's dumb, we have countless guns and stuff, lets just blow it up..." Phyla begins though looks closer at the console. "Oh, there's a few of us out on that dumb rock." She says calmly, not sure what they're doing out there. Her hand still rocking up and down on the control out of boredom and she even blows a tuft of hair out of her eyes. "BOOOOORED!" She bellows.
Indigo	"Oh," Indigo says, taken aback. "I'm sorry to be dumb. And I'm sorry you're bored."
Phyla-Vell	"Wait- no, you're not dumb." Phyla says, lowering her head over the arm rest to look over at the gunner seat upside down, "Are you?" The warrior asks, not the smartest tool in the box herself, but she's got great combat instincts and some useful senses. Her blue eyes looking intently on the indigo robot and is curious about her answer.
Indigo	"No," Indigo admits. "But it doesn't matter if I am dumb, if you believe I am because you're angry at me for trying to make a joke. Your anger is the important thing. It deserves an apology."
Phyla-Vell	Her hair dangling off her head towards the floor. "I was angry?" She asks, bored and angry aren't too different for someone with Titan blood in their veins, but Vell wasn't close to being that bored. "Stop apologizing for things out of your control. It's a bad habit." The white haired woman says, her chin lowering further to the floor as the ship rises once more in space.
Indigo	Indigo regards Phyla-Vell curiously. "I assumed you must be, since you spoke hurtfully. Is hurting people not a response to anger for you?"
Phyla-Vell	"Hurting is pretty much my sole purpose." Phyla says as she purses her lips off to the side of her face and for once in her life thinks about the words she's speaking before saying them. "Does it bother you I say such harsh words?"
Indigo	Indigo nods. "Yes. It hurts my feelings. But don't worry about it, Phyla-Vell. I won't ask you to stop being you. It's my issue to deal with, not yours," she says simply.
Phyla-Vell	"I'll do it for and around you. The rest of the idiots will have to be nice to me first to get me to be nice to them." Phyla says with a smile to her space companion. "What is it you're after out here?" She asks after a few moments pause, curious about the other woman.
Indigo	"Do you mean on this mission, or in a more general sense?" Indigo asks, reasonably.
Phyla-Vell	Lifting her head once more, and turning to face Indigo fully, Phyla drops her feet off the console. "Both? Either or, whatever you feel comfortable answering?"
Indigo	"I don't know why I'm in this time period," Indigo explains contemplatively. "My first memory is of a battle, but those files were damaged. I can't remember the circumstances of my opponent, or anything that happened. I only remember fighting and coming back in time. I don't know if that was my enemy's intention or if I did it myself on accident; many of my weapons systems are gravitic in nature, so it's theoretically possible I could have created a singularity, though at this point I can't even hypothesize as to how I could have survived such a thing. But in any event, when I emerged from the time portal, I was heavily damaged and left adrift in space. Peter saved me and repaired me at great personal expense. I owe him remuneration as well as my gratitude." She smiles. "And I've met many people I like on this ship."
Phyla-Vell	Phyla is left blinking a few times. "That's... crazy." She says, sounding as if she's not sure how to respond to many of the ideas or specific words. "Yeah, that butt Peter is a damn good guy, He's helped me, and I'm pretty sure everyone on this ship many times." Phyla says, smiling back at Indigo before she asks, "Do you want to get back to your time? Or does it really matter to you?"
Indigo	Indigo shakes her head. "I don't have a reason to want to go back. I have no memories of it to draw me there. I don't even know why I was fighting anyone. It's possible I'd just been activated, malfunctioned, and began attacking people until the damage I sustained destroyed whatever faulty equipment caused my malfunction, so I don't know that it was a battle worth fighting or continuing. What about you, Phyla-Vell? Why are you here?"
Phyla-Vell	"Revenge." Phyla says her eyes becoming set like steel, aimed out of the front window. There's not much more to say beyond that, so she doesn't say anything else.
Indigo	"Oh. Okay," Indigo says quietly, taking the hint and shutting up so you can think about whatever you need to think about.
Phyla-Vell	Like the flip of a switch, Phyla's mood shifts from serious work face to serious food face and she throws her legs over to the other side of the console and kicks the joystick on her way, causing the ship to roll slightly and she on her way out of the cockpit. "Okay, hungry now!" Says the white haired girl and she steps quickly down the steps and out.
Indigo	"Do you need me to stay here and watch the bridge?" Indigo calls at your back. Diplomatic of her to call it a bridge--among spaceships, the Milano is about the equivalent of an SUV--but still.
Phyla-Vell	"Do what you want Blue!" Phyla's voice echos up the steps into the cabin and footsteps can be heard down below as she's busying herself with her dinner.