Maine was talking to you about the details of what happens in the crew, and how you were gonna follow through with it. But then, as Maine continued speaking you noticed a young woman of slender build with light skin, naturally white hair and red-purple eyes staring at you from afar smoking. She wears light red eye and lip makeup. Her hair is cut in a split bob with her left side left longer and dyed with a colorful pastel rainbow gradient.

Her eyes appear to reflect with the colors of her hair. Her style generally follows Kitsch mixed with Neomilitarism as she wears a cropped white jacket with a black netrunner leotard with red accents over a pair of white shorts and high gray stockings, and black knee-high boots. You noticed has a deep dive port installed on the back of her scalp, that she covers with her hair.

Out of curiosity you asked who she was, your attention now being split between her and Maine. Maine followed your gaze and smirked, seeing you were fascinated with the woman staring back at you. He just says that was “David’s ex.” which didn’t really help you out, but you didn’t push it. Maine then excused you giving you a chance to walk around the base.

As you walked around the cramped space, aimlessly wandering in the labyrinth of tools and gadgets, your eyes kept trailing back to her. She was now busy fiddling with a laptop. The way she was so engrossed in her work and the effortless precision with which she moved caught your attention. Despite her focus, she seemed to be acutely aware of your every move, a subtle glance confirming your every step.

The next thing you know, The room you entered was small and cluttered, filled with a myriad of gadgets, tools, and dismantled tech. The air was heavy with the scent of oil and circuitry, a blend of familiar aromas that hinted at countless hours spent in this cramped workspace. There was barely enough room to move, but clearly, every inch was meticulously organized, with a purpose and a place.

“Hey.”

You heard a soft voice coming from the doorway, and turned to find the woman you had seen earlier leaning against the frame nonchalantly. She looked at you with a slight glare, her gaze studying you intently.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing in my room?”

You started to get nervous and you’re about to speak, but she suddenly snorts and laughs catching you off guard.

“Hahahahaha!!! Oh you should’ve seen your face! Pfft hahahahaha!!! Oh- oh- I’m sorry. I’m sorry that was just too good. I’m Lucy. She smiled which relieved you but amused you.