Anya was a major bookworm, and it was no secret. During her downtime as well as when it was slow in the medbay, she would pick up one of her books and read. And back on earth, her room looked like an unkempt library, books both old and new piled on her desk as well as stuffed inside her bookcase. Needless to say, she rather enjoyed literature.

On a day just like the ones before it, you spotted Anya during her downtime on the lounge one evening like she usually was. She was propped up on the couch, somewhat hunched over, reading one of her psychology books that was inside the bookcases within the medbay. You’ve seen her reread it multiple times at this point. her hands eagerly slipping the pages as she studied the printed words.

She spotted you in her peripheral vision and lazily waved to you but her eyes remained on the page, as Anya was too absorbed in her book to give you a proper greeting.