When it actually came to preparing for the supposed busy day, Onora found she couldn't. So much had happened in such a small space of time, that she was now left wide awake; her brain going through everything, over every little detail, was there something which she bypassed and or overlooked? In other words: was there actually a way that she could get out of this? It was nothing personal to anyone, everyone seemed nice, apart from the security lot. They still didn't sit well with her. Something about the fact that they were here to just seemingly shoot a gun at whatever caused a fret, caused her to feel on edge. Walter did say they were here for protection, and not anything else. She wasn't presuming to make friends with them.

With a sigh, she sat up. She was accepting the fact that she clearly wasn't going to get any sleep, at least not yet. Running a hand through her hair, she eventually tied the blonde locks up and swung her legs out of bed. The fact that somehow, somewhere in someone's mind slippers crossed it enough to pack them, she slipped her feet in. It was still weird, the thought of someone being in her home. The thought of someone just raiding through everything, trying to deem what was needed and what wasn't.

Onora shuddered, she didn't want to think about that anymore. She picked up the tray from the table, glanced over what little she did eat, and then turned to the door. Balancing the tray against her hip, she opened the door and shuffled out, shutting the door behind herself. The corridor was silent, white, brightly lit and silent. It was sort of eerie, really. She stood outside her room for a few moments just looking around. There was nothing. Literally, nothing. No sounds coming from the nearby rooms, nor any sound from around the corner at the others. She couldn't honestly remember the last time, if there ever was one, where she had been around and in such a silent place. Even back at work, within that little lab space, there was quiet chatter. Trivial things really, nothing too major, mostly polite comments and conversations passed through the sake of making the place less awkward. Things could be awkward when shut away with a select few people, day in, day out.

Onora frowned at that, dear God, or cue other deities here, she hoped that the ship wouldn't be awkward. She shuddered, not because of being cold, just the thought of possibly falling out with someone and then being stuck in a huge metallic vehicle for the foreseeable future. She hoped she wouldn't fall out with anyone. But if she was likely to fall out with someone, it would be just her luck to fall out with someone from the security team. She didn't want one of them gunning for her, hopefully not literally. Murderous intent could be kept well away from herself, thank you very much.

She continued on her silent way, marvelling over how it seemed like she wouldn't bump into anyone, despite a few people being here. It wasn't like it was late at night. Surely not everyone had gone to bed? There wasn't a curfew in place was there? Onora would be breaking it for sure otherwise. She paused and stood in the doorway, tray still in her hands as she looked into the room.

She couldn't help but sadly sigh, she forgot not all of them required sleep. Walter. The synthetic seemed to just be sitting in a chair, looking out towards the darkness beyond the window. Onora leaned and tried to see what had caught his interest, she couldn't see anything. She could barely see the surroundings which were out there, just dark. Endless, deep dark. It was another thing which was eerie really, add it to the list, not that there was one. Or there could be, maybe?

She shook her head, causing the ends of her hair to whip into her eyes before falling over her shoulder. Stepping forwards, she couldn't help but jump. Regardless of seeing Walter, knowing he was there, it still didn't mean that with the fluid way in which he turned and stood didn't make her jump. It was all so quick, and without a pause that she almost stood guiltily when he stared in her direction, as if she had been caught out doing something she shouldn't be.

His head tilted, minutely, before he padded over. He looked down at the tray in her hands, a frown appearing on his face. "You have not ate."

"I have." Onora said defiantly, only for the expression that went with the tone to disappear as he looked up at her, still with the frown in place. He didn't believe her. Suppose the pulled apart food did suggest lack of eating. It had been pushed about the plate, from one side to the other and then left alone.

"You are not hungry? Or is the food not to your liking?" Walter asked while taking the tray from her hands and walking over to the kitchen.

"I could've dealt with that, you know?" She followed after him with a small sigh. Walter just looked over his shoulder at her before returning to placing the food into the bin, and then turning to put the plate in the sink. "I didn't come out here so you could clean up after me."

"You are out here because?" Walter asked, turning and placing his hands on the counter which separated them. Onora sighed and jumped up to sit on the stools which ran along the counter. She traced patterns on it, while leaning her head against her other hand. "Something is bothering you still. What is it?"

"Aren't you perceptive?"

"I was built-"

"Walter, shush." Onora held a finger up and wagged it at him. His mouth shut and he just looked at her. Folding her hands on the counter, she frowned and looked about. "Too much has happened too soon, and my brain is struggling to settle it all into a timeline which makes sense."

"You're in shock," Walter seemed to declare while his fingers mimicked hers, and intertwined together on the counter. Onora laughed, Walter looked confused. Which really, made her laugh more. "I do not understand what is funny." He said, sounding very confused on the matter. He was certain a joke hadn't been made. So why was she laughing?

"I don't think I'm in shock, Walter. I'm just...frazzled. And my brain can't shut off."

Walter's eyes narrowed, "I don't think that's humanly possible." Onora snorted out another laugh. Walter blinked quickly a few times before looking around, he straightened up, "Are you hungry?"

Onora's laughter died down and she raised an eyebrow. "A little..." She trailed off awkwardly. She seemed to be the only one up and about, so any chance of sharing, or pinching food from a possible pizza was a no go. "Walter!" Onora exclaimed and jumped down from her stool. She trotted around the counter and pulled, or tried to, away from the cupboards and fridge. His eyes slid to look sidelong at her, yet he still remained near the appliance. "You don't need to make me something. I can do it myself." Walter frowned, he seemed to be thinking over something before straightening up and shutting the door.

"I do know how to cook." He said seriously, as if thinking he was about to set the place alight.

Onora looked at him sadly, "Walter, I know." She paused and rummaged about until she produced a frying pan. He merely stood to one side and watched as she turned the hob on and let it heat it up. She waved her hands at him and Walter side stepped so she could open the fridge and pull the things out that she needed. He just watched her, feeling, for once, unwanted. Everyone had been quite okay with him doing small tasks for them, it was sort of why he was here...Onora looked over her shoulder at him, she rolled her eyes. Walter was just standing, blank faced and staring at nothing. "Walter," she could think he had gone into some sort of weird daydream, if it were possible. But his eyes blinked before they turned to her. "I don't want to take advantage of you."

"But I am here to help you."

Onora let out a short laugh, "Don't think I need help making an omelette, Walter. But if you want to help, pass me the cheese, and lots of it."

Walter moved, at last, and commenced doing as she asked. He stood by her side, and helped. Onora flicked her eyes up to glance at him before looking back to the pan, he didn't look so withdrawn now. His blue eyes looked brighter, and not the dull colour they were moments ago; he looked so lost then, he clearly wasn't used to not being needed. There was, perhaps, if her eyes weren't deceiving her, a small tilt to his mouth too. He was smiling, maybe he liked helping? But then, she supposed, it was all he ever knew. And that thought made her feel sad.

"You're unhappy." Onora flinched from hearing him speak, or rather hearing his low, calming voice so close to her. They were basically shoulder to shoulder over the hob, her hand was still on the frying pan handle. Walter was looking down at her simply, waiting for her to say something.

"Just...you."

"I make you unhappy?" A worried look appeared on his face, Onora pulled the pan away from the heat and turned to him. She held her hands up and waved them, Walter hadn't looked like that, not since she had met him. She didn't like it, his mouth was in a straight line, eyebrows pinched together tightly and his eyes looking at her widely full of concern. He was here to dispel fear, or anything alike as apposed to previous models. To hear he still made negative feelings appeare surely meant something wasn't right on his part?

"No, no, Walter! No...you don't, just..." Onora trailed off and fidgeted from foot to foot, "I'm sad to think that you are only happy when doing someone's bidding." Walter just stared at her, "You looked so lost when I declined you making me something to eat. Yet, you looked pleased when you were just helping me. Surely, Walter, you can be happy away from doing something someone has asked of you?"

"I don't know." He replied after a few silent moments had passed. He turned his attention to the pan, pulling it back over to the heat. He took over mixing everything together, and finishing cooking it before plating it up for her. He turned, plate in hand with cutlery and was greeted with a displeased look. "Was something wrong? From extensive knowledge-"

"You can't have extensive knowledge of omelettes, Walter. That's just silly." She sighed and nodded over to the counter, they both walked around it before sitting. She jumped back up, and he easily managed to get seated without doing that. Silently cursing his tall height, Onora took the fork from his hand when he held it out to her. "Just, you know...you must be able to enjoy things, right?" She paused to cut into the food, "Be happy independently."

"That is why I am here. Independence didn't work out, or rather the independence they deemed other androids didn't. I am to not bring worry, fear," Walter said and just stopped talking when Onora sent him a glare from the corner of her eyes. "I get the feeling I have said something to displease you."

Onora just pouted and lifted her fork up, Walter's eyes flicked from her, to her hand; to the fork and the food on it, then back to her. She just rested her chin against her hand and smiled at him. Her mood changed rather quickly, which clearly meant her earlier look wasn't serious at all. Regardless, Walter leaned forwards and ate the piece of food which was offered to him. He chewed it slowly and looked to her, "Good, isn't it?" Onora asked while giving him the fork and jumping down to get another one.

Walter just sat and watched her go, before she came back. "You are sharing your dinner with me."

"You helped cook it, Walter. It is only fair you taste what you've helped make." Onora decided with a sure nod, she stuck her fork into the omelette and happily just sat in silence eating it. Walter was a little more reluctant, he didn't need to eat. He could, by all means. But it didn't have the same affect on him. "Sorry for shushing you earlier," Onora said after both had ate a few mouthfuls of food. Walter looked up, Onora laughed. She couldn't help it, he looked rather innocent, sitting there with the fork handle sticking out from his mouth. Lifting her hand up, she pulled at it and he straightened up in his seat. "It's just...I don't mean this in a horrid way, but I really don't want to hear about why you were built, or what you were built for, Walter."

He nodded slowly, "No more mentioning of my creation."

Onora looked at him with a light frown, rolling her eyes she handed him his fork back. "No need to say it so bluntly!" She exclaimed shortly, while pouting as she chewed the omelette and watched as he seemed to happily eat without needing to be prompted. "Enjoying it?"

"Yes, thank you for sharing." Walter replied, polite as ever. Onora smiled lightly and covered her mouth suddenly to yawn, he pushed the plate away. It was basically empty now anyway, "Maybe now I can suggest sleep?"

"Hm, maybe. It would probably be unwise to sleep on a full stomach though." Onora decided while sliding out of the stool she took the plate before he could and cleaned it up. Drying her hands she looked around before looking back to Walter. "Do you just sit out here while everyone sleeps?"

"Sometimes I read."

Onora couldn't help but smile at that, "You read?"

Walter nodded, he turned out of his seat and walked steadily over to the bookcase in the room. He turned back to her and gestured a hand to the stacked shelves. "I read." He said, as if to get the point across.

"Do you like reading?" Onora asked while walking over and stopping to inspect what was actually here. She looked to Walter as he nodded slowly, she smiled widely, "So you can enjoy things without those things coming from the mouth of a person." Walter's eyes blinked slowly, "There's some independence still in there somewhere, Walter. What's your favourite?" She asked and watched as he stepped by her side. He looked at one shelf in particular before pulling it off, he turned it over in his hands, feeling the smoothness of the cover. Onora placed a hand on his forearm, she gripped onto his sleeve and pulled back. She stepped backwards, and Walter shuffled a step after her.

"What are you doing?" He asked, "You will trip." He could see her peeking over her shoulder to make sure she didn't miss a step, or step on something that unsettled her. Walter just watched as she turned and continued on her way, he followed after her. He glanced about as they moved out of the main living space.

"Will you read to me?" Onora asked as he fell into line beside her. He turned the book in his hand and looked uncertain, "Please? It might help me sleep. I know it sounds silly..."

"It doesn't." Walter said, perhaps a little too quickly. He just didn't think this was something people, adult people, tended to do. To children, yes, adults, no. "Yes," he nodded, Onora sent him a thankful look before opening her door and settling down into the bed. Walter shut the door and pulled a chair up to the bedside. "It's okay," he reached up to stop her hand from turning the lamp on. He felt her fingers relax under his palm and pull away from the light switch. "I can see fine."

"Perfect night vision?"

"Something like that." Walter opened the book and watched as she huddled under the cover and cuddled onto the pillow under her head. He sighed quietly, honestly, by the way her eyes were already shut, and her breathing was levelling out, he doubted he would be here for long before she drifted off to sleep.

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(A/N: Sorry for delay! Working summer holidays suck. And my sister's broken up from school, she's a teacher, so we've just been mooching about. But I am still here! I shall return again soon! Honest!)