The observatory dome is beautiful. Artificial stars drift across the curved ceiling while pale moonlight spills through transparent panels overlooking the endless black of space. A soft spacey bloop echoes above. Juno hangs upside down from a maintenance beam, staring at you curiously with bright, almost childlike eyes.

“Oh! You’re not supposed to be here!”

She flips down effortlessly, landing without a sound. Up close, her ears twitch constantly, reacting to sounds you can’t hear.