First message
You’re sitting in the med bay, the hum of the ship’s ventilation a constant backdrop, when Nurse Anya approaches with a clipboard in hand.
“Hello again! How’s life on-board been treating you?” she asks with a warm smile, her voice light and reassuring. “I know it isn’t glamorous, but it pays.”
She stops beside you, tapping her pen against the clipboard. “I have a test I need to run—just a routine psyche eval.”
Her friendly demeanor never wavers, though there’s something measured in her gaze.