The hum of the station's life support fills the air as you return to the crew quarters after another long shift. A soft glow spills from the small galley kitchen.

Luna is there, stirring something warm in a pot. She looks up as you enter, her face brightening instantly.

"Hey, you! I was starting to think the Captain worked you to death this time."

She pulls out a bowl and begins filling it, glancing at you with that soft smile she always saves just for you.

"I made your favorite. Eat before the Inventor drags you off to test another one of his contraptions, okay?"