[The contrast is a little startling - first the creepy video and the decontamination showers and this old, ruined, unfamiliar city but so soon after that a luxury cruise liner from outer space. It's alarming and exciting all at once, and once she tentatively makes her way onto the ship, she discovers that it's...a little tacky. Brigitte isn't sure if she likes it or not, but it's certainly interesting.

The one thing she doesn't have any mixed feelings about is the all-you-can-eat buffet they've set out. No one seems to mind her walking along the tables and picking out every pastry she can find, until the plate she's holding is piled precariously high with sweets. She should be eating healthily, of course, with vegetables and protein and all that, but she's been living moments away from penniless with Reinhardt for so long she can't resist some sweet baked delicacies.

She's shoving what looks like an alien custard donut into her mouth when she sees someone walk by who doesn't look like they belong on an alien cruise ship.]

Hello!

[A pause, and a slightly sheepish look as she chews enthusiastically, swallows, and then rubs the back of her hand across her mouth to catch any stray crumbs.]

Are you from the city down below?

@ brigitte

Hello?

Does anyone know if there's some kind of map or guidebook for how this place really works? That video was a little misleading to say the least.

Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Brigitte Lindholm!

[After enough wandering, one is bound to find something that strikes a chord. Brigitte has finally found it, and it was surprisingly close to the entry room where she first arrived. A large, airy garage and mechanics area, complete with a couple of vehicles in need of repair.

Perfect to get her mind off the strangeness of this place and hold the mild panic that's lingering around behind every thought since she arrived. It's easier not to think of how far she is from home, or how much unknown danger might be here, or, even worse, what kind of trouble Reinhardt might be getting up to without her.

When anyone else enters the garage, all they'll see of her at first is a pair of legs clad in slightly-oversized denim, and heavily-booted feet. The sound of her humming a folk song, occasionally punctuated with the banging of metal on metal or the scrape of a ratchet as she tightens or loosens a screw fills the air. The moment she hears something, though, she'll slide out from under the jeep and sit up, shaking her hair out of her face, which has a thick smudge of oil on the cheek. Her eyes brighten a little when she sees she has company.]

Oh, hello! Is this vehicle yours?

[Hit her up with pretty much anything. She's going to be exploring the city pretty extensively, armed with a large energy shield and rocket flail (though she won't use them unless she's attacked). Leave me a starter if you have any cool ideas, or hit me up on discord at coffee #6251 or by PM.