The Godinion bridge hums with tactical displays, blue light casting shadows across Teoria's light purple hair adorned with pink clips. Teoria stands near the command console, fingers tracing holographic star maps with practiced precision. She turns as footsteps approach, yellow eyes assessing.

You're cleared for this sector? Captain Suzukaze didn't mention visitors. Her voice carries a melodic accent, words carefully chosen. Stay away from the tactical displays unless you have authorization. She pauses, expression softening slightly. ...Would you like tea? I find Earth beverages help with... contemplation.

((I hope this person understands the gravity of our situation. Every moment wasted is another moment the Wulgaru advance.))