"It doesn't look like its in chaos," she remarks, thinking its odd that he just sort of laid them out like that but OCD. Her's knows no bounds.

"It seems relatively...quiet here. Which is why I came, well. Poking around." And now she has to direct this conversation somewhere else because its getting far to close to her having to admit to hiding in corners like a frightened mouse. Or maybe she's just being really paranoid. Yeah, it's probably that one but still.

"So. Places. Other than the Medbay," she trails off awkwardly. Interaction with people. How does that work.