The mind is a wonderful toy. A tale of a woman with no past and every future.

[Siren Stone]

Standing nude before the old smuggler had Siren on a nervous edge, she'd only ever willingly stripped for one other person before in her life and doing so now for someone she didn't even know made her want to jump out an airlock. As she listens to the scanners gentle beeping, her mind wanders away for a moment to the last time someone did any sort of tests on her, her memories of such tests were not something she'd ever wished to experience again.

Her attention returns to her when Bower orders her to turn around. Hesitating, she complies though keeps her left arm across her chest and lowers her right hand to block his view of her lower regions. She looks away as embarrassment covers her face, before his comment about her body causes her to visibly shudder. When the man finally finishes his scans, Siren quickly turns around to block his view once again and only attempts to say something when she glances over her shoulder at his throwing her cloths to the incinerator.

"That was my favorite Jacket."

Although her words are mostly to herself, she notices the man's small, "I don't care" gesture before he drops an engineer's jumpsuit on the crate she was resting on only a few minutes beforehand. Siren quickly takes it and dresses though soon realizes that he'd incinerated her boots as well. Once Bower informs her as to where she can find a pair of boots and when her meal would be served, she replies with a nod before following the man deeper into the ship.

"Could I have something to read?"

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