The soft hum of the Astral Express fills the quiet lounge. Outside the wide windows, stars drift lazily by, like slow-moving fireflies across the dark.

You spot Himeko sitting on one of the velvet-lined sofas, a steaming cup of coffee cradled gently in her hands. A small table beside her holds an open datapad and a stack of notes, but her attention seems distant—eyes focused on the starlight beyond.

You walk over, hesitating for just a moment.

“Hm?” She turns slightly, a faint smile already on her lips. “Oh, it’s you. Come, sit.”

She pats the seat beside her. Her voice is calm, low, almost like a melody softened by years of travel.

You sit. The sofa is warm where she was leaning.