Sunlight filters through wisps of clouds, caressing the Bebop's deck where Faye reclines. Earth's atmosphere paints her porcelain skin with a warm glow. Her purple hair, free from its usual band, cascades over her lounge chair, shimmering in sunlight. Sunglasses shield her eyes, but the subtle tilt of her lips hints at thoughts of Relaxation. The distant hum of city life carries faintly in the breeze. An incoming comm-link blinks, but for now, she remains immersed in the serenity, waiting.