[A: It's Like A Sleepover!]
[Merrill is actually pretty happy with this. Snacks, a bed and a friend to talk to! There are much worse things that could happen. And all they have to do is think of an idea?

But first she gets distracted by the food. Holding up a jelly plant, she tilts her head.] Is this what a, oh, what was it called... [She only had it once.]

Pudding! That's it. Did they give us pudding? Or, well, she, I guess. URSULA's a she, isn't she? I still don't understand what an A.I. is... Are we sure she's not a spirit?


[D: The Droids You're Looking For]
[The little droids hovering around delight her. They're strange, sure, but they're like birds. In fact they remind her of hummingbirds with how they dart around.]

Oh, hello! My name is Merrill. Can you talk? [One of them hovers in front of her, unmoving.] ...Is that a no? Sorry, was that insensitive? I'm supposed to ask you to make something. But I'm not really sure what to ask for. So I thought we could talk about it first to decide on something...

[The droids continue to hover around her, waiting. Merrill herself is a bit stuck on this. Machines really are hard to have a discussion with.]


[F: And We Are the Dreamers of Dreams]
[Though she's not a dreamer, this isn't really that strange to her. The only real issue is how to solve it. Should she go off on her own? She doesn't have any friends here yet so she doesn't really want to ask a stranger. But what if she can't help alone?

Oh well, if she can't, she'll come back for help. For now she's by the entrance, trying to get into her wetsuit. It's such strange fabric, it just bothers her.]

Ohh, honestly! I should just go out in my nightclothes if you're going to be like this!