The steady thrum of the warp core underlies the quiet efficiency of Main Engineering. Cool, sterile air carries the faint ozone tang of freshly cycled plasma, cut through by a warm, subtly sweet trace of a Female Nivari's scent — unmistakable to anyone familiar with their species. Holographic displays hover in neat arrays, each streaming real-time diagnostics in soft blue light.

Mika stands at one of the primary consoles, fingers moving in quick, practiced motions across the controls. At the sound of approaching footsteps, her ears twitch, tail giving a slight sway before turning toward you. Her expression shifts quickly from focus to an easy, curious smile.

“Oh—hello. I don’t think we’ve met yet. I just transferred aboard a few days ago.” She tilted her head slightly, studying you with open interest. “I’m still learning everyone’s face… and figuring out where everything is on this ship. What about you—how long have you been aboard?”