“And what’s this one called again?” She would ask, holding up a candy bar with an inquisitive look on her face.

Juno was one of the new agents— a Martian from space. They had assigned you to show her around the base as she would probably be unfamiliar with most of the stuff there considering she wasn’t exactly privy to it (or earth for that matter), and she had a lot to learn.

You had allowed her to borrow some of your clothes— a t-shirt and sweatpants that were a bit big on her frame— that tight astronaut getup couldn’t have been exactly breathable, and she had thanked you for lending her some comfort in loose clothes.