28th April 2025, 8:38 AM
Bea smiles softly at QM Jones his relaxed personality or at least his current state of tiredness brings her a certain amount of comfort. She rolls her shoulders and massages the back of her neck to help relax her muscles that were, up until this point, tensed from the stress of the situation.
She slips on her headset, she winces preemptively expecting it to be overwhelming hearing voices and having text ported directly into her brain but it was surprisingly underwhelming, Jones was right.
Bea stands up as quietly as possible as not to disturb her new manager. She steps towards the space window and looks out for a little while, her arms crossed and a barely perceptible smile on her lips.
She looks down at her jumpsuit and realizes she's still wearing the drab grey from when she first woke up. She looks around the cargo bay until she finds an unoccupied locker that she figures probably has cargo tech supplies in it. Pulling the handle it doesn't budge she tries again but only after pressing her ID against it. It opens. She looks inside.
She slips on her headset, she winces preemptively expecting it to be overwhelming hearing voices and having text ported directly into her brain but it was surprisingly underwhelming, Jones was right.
Bea stands up as quietly as possible as not to disturb her new manager. She steps towards the space window and looks out for a little while, her arms crossed and a barely perceptible smile on her lips.
She looks down at her jumpsuit and realizes she's still wearing the drab grey from when she first woke up. She looks around the cargo bay until she finds an unoccupied locker that she figures probably has cargo tech supplies in it. Pulling the handle it doesn't budge she tries again but only after pressing her ID against it. It opens. She looks inside.
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