"Well, actually, if I had my old knife collection it would probably include knives." Knives have always been her favoured weapons and she had quite a collection of good knives, both combat-oriented and more recreational. Of course, they're long gone with the rest of the things she couldn't take with her when she left, let alone bring across the dimensional barrier. "But yeah, the Charon was another military craft. Operated by the unit that I had a contact in—they took me in when I fled. It wasn't intended for long-term habitation the same way the Invention was, so it was a lot more... utilitarian."

She rests her opposite hand on Ripley's arm as they walk, keeping up with Ripley's longer legs without any real issue. All this arm-linking and the like may actually be some of the most casual physical contact she's had with anyone else here in... well, months, at least.

"That sounds worse than either ship I was on. It was all stuffed with preservatives and had been in storage for months at a time, but it was all technically real food. There was this chocolate and almond meal bar I used to love."