All that Ariel remembered of the hanger was people...lots of people...and noise. Havoc was obviously in better shape then she was, something had to have happened to her to make her memory so fuzzy. A head wound maybe? Running her fingers through her hair, she found a few bumps on her head...she must have been jostled around a bit.
"You think they are fake people? Centurions made to look human?"
The very idea was mind boggling. She had been to wax museums, but what she saw in the hallway looked real. What sort of freak show had she found herself in? Nodding in relief at the Captain, she remembered the last time she had bathed in the presence of Havoc. It hadn't gone well for her...