Star, for her part, was somewhat used to being stared at, it barely even registered anymore, especially now with people showing up from all over. Women weren't an oddity on base, but she was, on account of she didn't talk, and she'd always had something of a sixth sense for when the machines were coming, led to people whispering at best and staring at worst.
She tilted her head, pausing in the weapon's reconstruction, studying him a moment, both brows arching in a 'yes? What can I do for you?' expression, which she furthered by tugging her notepad across the table and writing out a quick: Hello, I'm Star. Are you new? Her handwriting was a tidy block print, tidy and easy to read