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Who| Ina and you!
What| Technology is fascinating.
Where| Some corridor near the obs deck.
When| Before Tinker Tailor etcetc.
Warnings/Notes| idk

Really, a door ought to be the last thing on Ina's mind.

She was in a strange, unfamiliar place ("spaceship"??). She'd been torn away from one war, thrust into another (they didn't call it a war, but how else would she describe it?). Most of what she'd been told about her new circumstances didn't make much sense at all, and half the words might as well not have been translated, for all the sense they made. Eventually they'd given her very clear, simple directions to the observation deck, which they suggested might help her put things into perspective, and she'd set off down the hall and -

The door had slid open when she was a meter away, and she'd stopped.

How did it do that?

She moved backwards a couple of meters, and watched as the door slid shut again.

Stepped forward, watched it open.

Please interrupt her before she does this all night.

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"Not at all. The arquebus is rather state-of-the-art, back home -" She stopped. "...ah, are you familiar with those?" It wouldn't make much of a reference point if she wasn't.

"Uh, maybe not so much, but I'll just assume that it's really, really old." Again, if she was being amazed by something so common as automatic doors.

"They're firearms. We have to import them from the west, since it's a bit beyond our own capabilities."

Somewhere very old. Somewhere that hasn't gotten the hang of making their own guns yet.

"Oh, well... Okay." So she likely was working from somewhere that wasn't all that advanced with their technology. Wow.

"I'm Gwen, by the way. Gwen Stacy."

Ina bowed politely. Handshakes are for chumps.

"My name is Ina."

Oh, wow, okay then. We were talking really old-fashioned over here.

"Ina, nice to meet you. By they way, you hungry at all? We could get something to eat and talk some more."

She hadn't had time to think about it much, in between everything else, but now that she mentioned it -

"That would be most welcome."

"Cool, let's go." And as it so happened, Gwen was the sociable sort so it wasn't like their trip would be full of any weird... awkward silences.

"So have you tried any of the food here yet? It's pretty good."

"I had a few things while I was still recovering. They were good, but so different." Native Japanese cuisine didn't seem to be too high on the medbay's list of menu options.

She'd had a lot of that chocolate pudding, though. Chocolate was good. Chocolate was definitely a worthwhile discovery.

"Yeah, I definitely get what you're saying. Back home I would mostly eat corndogs just because I didn't really... make all that much money." It was only after making it here that Gwen had gone 'public' with who she was. She had gone from minimum wage and being labeled a menace to having her own commercial and action figures!

And although Gwen definitely didn't have any mind-reading powers, she definitely figured this one was a question worth asking:

"Wait, if you were in the medbay, that means... chocolate?"

Her face lit up. "Yes! Chocolate. We don't have that, at home."

"Oh my god. You poor thing. That's it." It had already been decided by will of the universe.

This universe at least.

"We need to get you more chocolate. And fast!"