Rough and tumble

They were allowed out! Tomie had decide that meant she could wander around the hulking metal corpse that rose out of the ice, however much she wanted. So she was! The little Klein girl was clambering up towards the helm of the ship, not that she could know that, her nose twitching and drawing in all the scents. Tomie had not been born here, she knew that but she didn't remember much of the place she had been, all she remembered was being moved around... A lot! And the girl had decided that if it ever happened again that she wanted to know every inch of this place first. She pushed her way into the control room of the ship, spotting a chair raised from the floor by a single pole, a raised dias of buttons and dials she would never fully understand before it. With some effort she lept up into the chair, hearing it creak under her weight. Once it might have spun but rust and an unknown number of northern winters had stopped it long ago, not it just protested when Tomie balanced herself upon it, perched for a moment like a cat with her paws clustered together and her back arched, before she got the courage she needed to extend herself out towards the control panel, looking over each of the faded and grimy displays before her and tapping at some of the buttons that still deigned to move when pushed even if their mechanisms had died ages ago.

"Aria"