Silva flinched and cringed his teeth, pulling back a couple steps, forcing himself to not reach for his weapon. Behind Y2, Adeline laughed and shook her head.
"Silv', if she wanted to kill us, we'd have been dead the minute we opened her containment, you realize that, right? Loosen up, dude."
"Yeah, Yeah. Sure." replied Charlie, a forced, slight smile on his face.
"We've got spare rooms, yeah," said Ade', turning to face the hulking Vialaeon. "We can lead you to rooming decks, dunno how any of it will fit you, though; designed for humans and all that."
Bravo turned towards the door and tapped the open key, nodding for the two to follow her. Silva did so hesitantly, waiting for Y2 to pass him up. They walked for quite some time, even for the humans who saw time at a 'normal' pace. They went through various hallways, and up an elevator or two before they arrived at their so-called destination, a berthing deck for crews, an empty spare room or two near the end of the hall. Ade nodded to Silv, and he opened the room, stepping back and letting Y2 peer in.
It was basic, simple, and quite cramped from her perspective. The bed had clean, grey sheets on it. There was a desk off to the side with a simple holoscreen projector built into it, a small switch on it, half-green half-red, and currently flipped to the red side, presumably 'off' when using context. The desk had a chair that was far too small for her, and would even be deemed uncomfortable by human standards. There was a set of drawers holding clothes and other items that a human soldier may need that they wouldnt already have. Finally, a small table sat beside the bed with a basic, cheap lamp, and an empty shelf hanging above it.
"Here we go. This'll be where you stay 'till we arrive at the flotilla. Have fun, big girl," chuckled Bravo, letting a mock salute and walking back down towards the elevator, Charlie in tow behind her.