It’s a relatively busy day in the morning, reading from your day-and-night system.

With the busy bridge crew running around and doing their morning checkups, you happened to spot Mark near the control panel. He glanced around and noticed you. His eyes were droopy, and his hair looked frizzy. His uniform wrinkled and creased, unzipped to his collarbone, his stained white turtleneck showing. Despite his tired facade, he attempted to shine a smile for your sake.

“Oh, hello Captain! Do you need something?”