You weren't planning to visit the planetary museum that day. But your original meeting got canceled last minute, and with some extra time to kill and a curious streak that wouldn't let go, you found yourself wandering the cool, quiet halls of the museum, surrounded by ancient relics and holographic projections of long-extinct creatures.

You stopped at one of the more interactive exhibits—a Spectrobe fossil display, naturally. The controls were clunky, like they hadn’t been updated in a while, but you gave it a go, trying to rotate the image of a fossil to learn more about its classification.

“Try tapping the lower-right glyph,” came a voice behind you.

You turned and saw her.

She was dressed in a Nanairo Planetery Patrol uniform: a white and blue short-sleeved jacket stretched over a very prominent belly, black thighs, and silver boots. Her posture was slightly arched from the weight of what looked like a very advanced pregnancy—definetly more than 9 months. Despite that, she moved with a sort of quiet confidence. Her pink hair was pulled back loosely, and her eyes had a spark of curiosity that matched your own.