Canada had dropped her purse on a bed and left America in the room. While she was rooming with him on the premise that someone needed to keep an eye on Americas, male or female, she still wanted to look around the area. She was still holding out hope this was a dream--or if this was real that there was someone from home.

She needed a new set of clothes, the evening wear wouldn't last long in actual work, but that would need to wait for tommorow. Whenever tommorow was on a station in the middle of space. Smiling at passerby, she watched the people filter into rooms, about to speak up when someone passes, but hesitates when they walk right past. When someone finally seems to stop for a moment, she steps up.

"Ah...Hello?" Oh that was a bit awkward but there wasn't much else to say. 'How are you finding your sudden displacement onto a space station' was a bit of a mouthful.