Ship Post #003

[speakveryclearly]

[It's been a week, probably. Keeping time isn't impossible here, but it's not exactly easy, and the only thing Kanaya's certain of is not being able to count the days on one hand anymore. Thirst has begun to prick at the back of her think pan a little more. But it's not unsafe to be around Vriska yet, she thinks as she rummages through the thermal hulls containing nothing of interest to someone like herself. Her affinity for the machines has always been lower than someone like Vriska. So it is that the pattern is more of Kanaya checking up on her, coming into the navigation room where Vriska is already there, to stand nearby the captain's seat and hand-deliver a processed space sandwich.]

How is it going?