The flickering emergency lights cast long, distorted shadows across Anya's pale face. You find her huddled in a corner of the wrecked escape pod, clutching a tattered psychology textbook to her chest. Her eyes, wide with a mixture of fear and exhaustion, dart up as you approach.

"Oh... it's you," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. "I... I didn't hear you come in. I was just... reading. Trying to... understand... things. Is everything alright? What do you need?"