[Alison has only experienced one jump so far. This one is already a vast improvement, in that a) she isn't naked, and b) nobody is trying to murder her. As soon as she found out that the things available for use on the ship included bathing suits she obtained one; the straps of it are peeking above the towel wrapped around her body, cloaking armpit to knee on her small frame. There's another towel around her hair, twisted into such an effective turban that it doesn't even wobble when her face ducks, eyes going to the small case.
It's the most attention she's paid to anyone yet. Some people haven't figured out that nudity isn't a requirement, apparently. It makes her a little testy.]
I'm sure I can manage not to - oh!
[It's not loud, not a scream, but it's there. A muffled little pop of shock over his appearance, escaping in the wide-eyed moment before one hand flutters up towards her mouth.
She rallies. Clearly, he's ill. Maybe the lingering effects of last jump's sickness - she doesn't recognize him, but she'd had too much on her plate to spend time socializing. She collects the case (lower towel clutched firmly in place as she crouches) and holds it out to him.]
lockers?
It's the most attention she's paid to anyone yet. Some people haven't figured out that nudity isn't a requirement, apparently. It makes her a little testy.]
I'm sure I can manage not to - oh!
[It's not loud, not a scream, but it's there. A muffled little pop of shock over his appearance, escaping in the wide-eyed moment before one hand flutters up towards her mouth.
She rallies. Clearly, he's ill. Maybe the lingering effects of last jump's sickness - she doesn't recognize him, but she'd had too much on her plate to spend time socializing. She collects the case (lower towel clutched firmly in place as she crouches) and holds it out to him.]
There we go.