Sabrina came back after hours. It was probably the middle of the night for the various other crew members to the team that didn't consist of just three men and one woman. There are many other various members who I'll mention by name rather than 'the man' and 'the woman'. But for those who are relatively very new to me and I do not know them; then I can use 'the man' and 'the woman'. My shoulders are thawed out of the cube.

"What in the world kept you here all these years?" Sabrina asks, taking a step forwards.

Should I open my mouth and hiss?

"An ice cube," A newcomer said. "That is what kept her on this planet for a very long time."

Sabrina looks over towards a man in his late twenties. Given he has dirty blonde hair set in a way reminding me of Leonardo De Capio in the movie Titanic. His name tag read Harry De Vinci. Harry is dressed properly—well, at least in a way leaning towards proper—for a spaceship. He had a tool box beside his left pant leg.

"Who are you?" Sabrina asks.

"I am the technician," Harry said, looking over towards me taking off his hat then puts it against his chest. "Wow, she looks gorgeous."

"Xenomorphs do not have genders," Sabrina said.

A common saying going around since I got out of the deeps slumber.

"This one does to me," Harry said.

Sabrina raises her right brow up.

"You just got here," Sabrina said, in a assuming tone.

"Yes," Harry said, turning his head towards Sabrina. "I got in through the back door." Sabrina folds her arms lowering her brow. "My ride just left me and my tools..." He looks down towards the tools then looks back up towards Sabrina brightening his face in a animated kind of way. "I might have lost my luggage chasing after a squirrel."

Sabrina covers her mouth to shield a light laugh.

"No really," Harry said. "I did."

Sabrina lowers her hand off her mouth.

"Did you get any keys or something for your room?"

"Nope," Harry said, shyly.

"There's a spare room down the hall," Sabrina said. "It used to be Regina's until she went outside without proper gear and died."

"Oh," Harry said. "I am not sure about taking a room that belongs to a suicide victim. Any closets for spare supplies?"

Sabrina stares at Harry, dumbfounded.

"...All the closets are dirty," Sabrina said.

"Better than nothing," Harry said. "Show me the way."

Sabrina puckers her lips.

"Fine ghost freak," Sabrina said. "Follow me."

Harry picks up the tool box then follows after Sabrina.