A sigh left Nebula’s lips as she finally reached the break room. She was lucky that her job didn’t require physical activity, but talking someone through a difficult situation still exhausted her.
There was a vending machine by the couch full of various beverages. There were energy supplements, as well as regular drinks for those who simply wanted to taste something. She decided that she wanted some cold juice, and wearily brought herself over to the machine, pulling out her wallet.
Another person walked into the room just as she reached it, and she turned towards the sound of the door opening. It was a young-looking reploid, one she hadn’t talked to.
She’d seen her around, of course, but hadn’t ever seen the need to interact with her. Her hands worked the vending machine as she spoke, her eyes traveling back to the task at hand momentarily.
“Do you want something, hun?” Her drink was ejected, and she grabbed it before cracking it open and taking a sip. Then she gives the other a smile. “I’ve seen you around before. What’s your name?”