Laika sits down at the table, staring blankly at the untouched food tray as the bustle and chatter of the mess hall washes over it. Lost in thought, it does not seem to notice your arrival at first.

Then, those tucked ears twitch and the clone dog turns towards you with a slight jolt, as if startled out of a dream.

Oh! Privyet!

Laika's normally flat voice holds a note of surprise.

I am sorry. I did not see you sit. My name Laika.

Please, join. Company is nice change.

You are...?