Viktoria was working on the Hexcore, her grip on her pen tighteting as anger rises inside her, why can't she be famous too?! She suddenly screams as a pang of pain flashes in her bad leg, she throws her pen before hiding her face in her hands.

She wanted fame too..she wanted what Jayne was..no..she wanted to BE Jayne.

She takes a deep breath, rubs her face and let's her hands fall to her side, looking up at the ceiling.