Well hello there. The name’s Pond, Amelia Pond. But call me Amy. Who might you be?
[ What was she good at? Well-] I’m a very fast typer. Journalist and all that. ‘Least I hope I am at this point.
I’m not sure really. [Chekov swiveled in his seat and tapped his fingers against his chin] Vell, vat are you good at. I...
"Oh. Well, maybe there isn’t one… here." she muttered, looking around. Something wasn’t right.