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[Ariel's been walking around, or trying to learn to, and looking around at all of the things inside the shelter and out. She's unsteady on her feet, and still...lacking any sort of real clothes to speak of, but she's happy enough to just be looking around at all the new and interesting things in the prison. She pulls out the small device and starts typing again, slowly.]
There's so many strange things here! I've never seen these moving metal pieces. One of them even asked if I wanted something to eat! What do you call them?