Breanna was aware of her surroundings mere instants after the engineer had taken his hand off her activation port. She knew there were four people standing around her, three males and one female, the room temperature was 22 degrees Celsius, and that she was in an unclothed state. What she did not know, was that 4 days ago she had killed her creator. And luckily, for her, the people standing around her did not either.

“Hello” she offered shyly, but with a smile. “My name is Breanna.”

There was a flicker of some form of understanding around the eyes of the people in the room, perhaps tinged with some sort of relief that whatever they had done had worked and that the 'positronic person' in front of them was working again.

"Hello Breanna" the first of them offered. He was a young man, dark haired and serious looking, but also clearly an engineer by calling as well as profession, his frame owing a lot to some of the heavier duty tasks that the job called fro from time to time.

"My name is Kurt" he offered, before introducing all of the others one by one. "Can you tell me what the last thing you remember is?"

Again, there was something else in his expression, a weight to the question that only some of her more advanced programming was able to recognize, but certainly not interpret.

"My internal memory core contains corrupted data for the last one hundred hours, the last thing I 'remember' is being home with master." She recalled. A diagnostic revealed no reason for the data loss, it just wasn't there. She knew such things could happen, but that they would happen to her was not something she expected.

"Good" the man calling himself Kurt replied, apparently genuinely pleased with the answer, and going so far as to note it on the PADD he was carrying.

"However" he continued, "I am afraid that I must tell you that some rather important changes have happened during that time"

He was very deliberately skirting around the issue, leading up to it as if that would assist her assimilation of the data in some way.

That in itself implied a few things about what the data might be, but also implied that he did not actually know her protocols very well.

There was after all, no reason to be careful of the feelings she did not have.

"You've altered my programming?" She assumed with a downtrodden expression. She was still relatively new to the world of feelings and emotions, and still from time to time portrayed them incorrectly, or so master would inform her and then proceed to 'correct' her misuse. That did not mean she didn't have them though...

"Please tell me?" She begged, altering her expression to one of sadness.

"We're not quite that good" Kurt chuckled in reply, readily admitting that the programming of a positronic brain was significantly beyond his skills, "However" he continued, the mirth fading away fast, "we have some bad news" he said

"Your 'Master'" he offered, with perhaps a hint of distaste in his voice, "has had an accident" he asserted, with only the briefest flickers across his eyes to tell her that there was more to that story too, "and I am afraid that he will not be around any more" he said.

Which was a damn wimpy way of saying that the guy's brains were still being cleaned off of the wall.

"What do you mean? What happened to him? Did you kill him?" She asked her emotional composure surging from sadness to confusion and then fear at the thought that the people in front of her very well could have killed him in her mind, and that if they wanted to they could probably do the same to her. Though they would have a harder time of actually 'killing' despite her programmed physical weakness.

"No, you didn't do it did you..." She realized looking into their eyes and hopefully correctly interpreting the meaning in them. She was programmed to read a variety of humanoid expressions. Regret was one she recognized.

There was a flicker of something else across the room, and more than one of the engineers took a small step back before ‘Kurt’ stilled them and she corrected herself.
"No we didn't" he agreed, looking directly into her eyes as if he could use them to read her programming.

After a moment though he broke the hold, seemingly far from sure he had his answer, but willing to let it drop anyway.

"But he is dead" the engineer asserted, making very sure there was no doubt of that before he began moving onto the next points.

She began to feel sadness, it was a programmed response, and until her positronic net figured out another way of displaying remorse, she would become sad and cry whenever she became aware of another beings death. Tears started down her face along with the accompanying sniffles that most humans exhibited.

She was after all supposed to emulate a humanoid in every way possible. What use would it be to try and stop what was supposed to be a 'natural' response.

"I... I don't know what to do..." She said softly amidst a break in her sobbing. Her master and creator had always taken care of her needs, though she didn't have many as far as physical went. She didn't need to eat regularly, didn't need water except in dire circumstances, and oxygen wasn't necessary for her either though she was programmed to behave as though it was.

He nodded a that, apparently having expected that too, "We know" he said, leading again before he got to the point, "and thanks to a certain court case" he continued, a hint of something that might be approval in his voice, "you Do have a choice" he asserted.

"However" he continued, "we do have a suggestion?" he began, presumably well aware that the suggestion would basically be the only choice she really felt she had.

"You could come with us" he said, "back to our station" he continued, "and help us look into where would be best for you?"

"I, would like that." She responded. Kurt was right she did have a choice. She’d read all she could about the late android named Data, and she’d read the court case that Kurt was recalling. Also akin to Data she felt that her rescuers deserved her repayment. Their markings identified them as members of the Federation Starfleet, and even though her master, creator, didn’t like the Federation, he always talked about them in one way or another. So they couldn't be that bad in her mind.

"Master, may I have something to wear?" She asked. It was a typical question for her, one that her creator had granted often enough, and denied many times as well. She also felt it perfectly acceptable to address Kurt as master, since he was the one who appeared to be in charge, and had rescued her.

Kurt looked genuinely apologetic as he apparently suddenly realized that she wasn't actually wearing anything, and one look from him sent one of the others scrambling for a sheet to preserve her 'modesty'

"Of course" he insisted, "we'll bring all your things" he said, not realizing quite what she might class as 'essentials', or possibly quite what tastes her previous master might have programmed into her…