@scatteredsunlight
It doesn’t take long for Imogen Reed to figure out her holophone once she decides it’s time to learn about it. It’s similar enough to technology she’s seen before for her to pick up the basics quickly. It’s certainly less clunky and more aesthetically pleasing than a lot of Pathos-II’s equipment, but she wonders if it’s built to last.
Sitting on the bed - which she figures is intended to be her bed now, though it’s still hard to adjust to the idea - she scrolls through the contact information somewhat aimlessly. There’s a noise outside her room, a clanging that sounds like it might be someone dropping something in the kitchen. She looks up from the phone for a minute, and when she looks back, it’s dialing someone called Alvis.
“Shit,” she says. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to call you.”