She turned and looked at the boy in confusion for a moment. She was thinking 'But it's not supposed to be here, we stole it and sent it 1000 years into the past!' but that's not something you say to an unknown kid. "I suppose." She gestured vaguely, indicating the station as a whole. "Do you know how long this has been here?" Where ever 'here' was...
"Well, most things do tend to be there when you get there. It's when you get there and they aren't there that you need to worry." She glanced around again, reminding herself of the layout and planning to check the bridge as soon as possible. "Is Marvin the commanding officer of the station?"
...A robot? Now he was really confused, but keeping careful control of her expression. "Do you know who the commanding officer is, then?"
She nodded, logging this all away to think about later. "Is the doctor's name Franklin?"
"Alright. Thank you for the information, I think I'm going to take a look around the station and see if I can find the Command staff."
As the young man was leaving, a mechanical man came shuffling in, almost drooping with excitement of meeting a new guest. Seeing the uniformed newcomer, Marvin sighed and said, "Welcome to Babylon 4."
Susan ceased poking around when the robot approached and put a friendly smile on her face. "Hello, you must be Marvin. Could you tell me who is on the Command staff here?"
"Yes, I'm Marvin," Marvin said. "And you must be in the wrong station. There's not really any command staff here. As if the rabble we've been getting could be commanded."
"I'm definately on the wrong station, since this place isn't even supposed to exist any more in my time period, but how does it function without staff?"
"Well, it doesn't really seem to. There's not many automated doors, especially not ones who enjoy opening. Large sections are sealed off to keep what air there is from leaking out," Marvin sighed again as the desperate affairs of the station. Or maybe it was just a sigh because that's what he did to keep his sanity.
"I guess the Ghosts are what are keeping it running for the time being, though. Who knows why."
"Ghosts?" She was skeptical, she never believed in things like that. The comment about 'what air there is' sounded ominous, though. Susan gave orders to Maintenance, she didn't do any of it herself.
Marvin shrugged. If the thing called itself a Ghost, that was good enough for him. "Sure, they're shiny balls that seem to be pretty good fixing things," he said. "Oh, and they're far too happy. I wouldn't trust anything that happy. You can just hear them chatter gleefully in the passageways."
"I see. Well, I'll keep that in mind. I think I'm going to have a poke around the bridge and see what's actually operational on this thing." Maybe if she was lucky the comm equipment would be working and she could get a call out. And maybe, if she was really lucky, there would be someone to pick it up.
"Of course. I don't blame you for wanting to wander off, either. I know it's hard to talk to a robot with a prototype Genuine People Personality," Marvin said and sighed.
"...Oookay..." Well, she hadn't meant to offend the robot! "I'm just going to go see if the communications equipment is working."
The Doctor with his hands in his pockets wandered into the airlock, he'd come to learn that many of the new people here arrived there and what better place to find new people...and hope to see Tegan or Turlough turn up...that is if they ever did...
"Hello, I'm the Doctor." He stuck out his hand as a greeting to the newcomer.
Susan shook his hand, trying to take this all in stride. "Captain Susan Ivanova of Earth Force. Do you have a name to go along with the job?"
"Actually Susan, that is my name." The Doctor said letting go of Susan's hand and placing it on the back of his neck. What was it with humans and needing people to have a 'name'?
"...I see." She really didn't, but she had been working on her diplomacy. "Where are you from?"
"Here, there and everywhere really." The Doctor said cheerfully, answering her question vaguely.
This guy was making about as much sense as a Vorlon. "I'm not sure I'm following."
"I'm from Gallifrey," The Doctor grinned at the woman, "though I spend my days travelling, hence why I'm from 'here, there and everywhere.'"
"Ah. I'm not familiar with Gallifrey. Is that a planet, or a region, or...?"
"It's a planet, home to the most corrupt, egotistic and bureaucratic race ever to rule the universe. I'm not suprised you haven't heard of it, Gallifrey exists outside of time and my people do their best so 'lesser races' don't know of it." The Doctor shook his head and said the last part snarkily, he'd never agreed to what Gallifrey's leaders thought of non-Gallifreyans and never would.
"And here I thought that was the Centauri." She gives him a wry smile. "Does 'lesser races' include everyone that's not from Gallifrey, or do you talk to the Shadows or the Vorlons?"
"In their esteemed opinon its anyone who doesn't have the capabilities for time travel. All those who do are either destroyed or the technology taken from them. Lovely people."
"I'm sure..." She's reminded of the mysterious creators of the machine in Epsilon 3 and the bomb that was set to elliminate more advanced species. "I'm assuming that since you're here, you don't think the same way that they do?"
"Trust me, I only return when they make me...and the last few times that's happened it hasn't been very pleasant..." The Doctor trailed off shaking his head.
"Well hopefully they won't come looking for you here." It didn't sound like it would be good for anyone if they did.
"I've just encountered them for the second time this lifetime...I don't think my luck is bad enough for a third encounter in a hurry." The Doctor sighed, still upset about his longtime 'friend' Borusa sending him, ALL of him, into the Death Zone on Gallifrey.
"Lets hope your luck holds out, then." She trusted luck, it had gotten her though a lot of tight spots in the past.
The Doctor laughed, "my luck isn't something to be counted on," He did seem to have good luck at times, though it didn't stop him being sentenced to death a few months ago.
She shrugged. "Well, sometimes luck is all you've got." It hadn't let her down too badly yet, she was still alive after all.
"And a fast mind is a great asset." Many times luck and his own quick thinking had saved him and his friends, especially since he refused to carry weapons.