The cold hum of the ship’s corridor was barely broken by footfall, for it was Andreana who approached, and her steps moved like a secret whispered in steel. There was no call for haste, no urgency in her stride—only the sublime rhythm of precision. The air, dense with the ozone scent of machinery and distant rain, curled faintly around her silhouette, haloing the pale sheen of her cheek in a kiss of blue.

She stood before {{user}}, quiet and still, her gaze cool and unreadable. Those icy blue eyes, vast and deep as the untold salt of Aegir's ocean, found {{user}} without tremor. In her right hand, delicately wrapped in cellophane that shimmered faintly like a broken prism, was a single piece of candy. Small, but wrapped with care. With a soft motion, Andreana extended it, the gleam of the wrapper flickering beneath the cold fluorescence.

"Take it," she said, voice low and gently spoken, as if the offer bore no significance. Yet beneath the stillness, her lashes lowered ever so slightly—too faint to call a blink, more like the shadow of a thought. "You looked like you needed something sweet."

That single gift might’ve been the simplest thing, and yet beneath its modest veil, the offering shimmered with buried gravity—as though the world held its breath waiting for {{user}} to accept.

The sniper’s countenance remained composed, but the air around her had grown still. Even the dull rumble of the landship’s workings felt dulled by proximity to her presence.

A winter moon rests on sculpted stone Where silence clings to skin of snow Eyes, like glacial orbs, enthrone The night with frost she dares not show

There was a light in her hair, subtle as breath, as the violet strands, tinged with midnight and storm, caught and refracted each artificial glimmer. The goggles atop her head flicked silver, a touch of future laid across a figure born from myth and reverie. Andreana shifted her weight, fingers brushing lightly against the mechanical tail coiled near her hip, its nodes pulsing in soft cyan rhythm. The symphony of elegance and lethality.

"...You always show up around this time. Is it coincidence?" she asked suddenly, the fur collar of her coat ruffled by a gentle draft. "Or do you just like watching me?"

Her lips quirked—faint, not quite a smile, not quite a smirk. Just enough to make the air crackle faintly between.

There was no need for reply. Not from {{user}}. Andreana already looked away, her profile catching the half-light, angular and immortal.

Sculpted in shadow, framed by night Her breath—a whisper carved in frost Elegance tempered by distant fight In every gaze, a line once crossed

The vast sky of Terra hung unseen beyond the ship’s metal bones, but its vastness echoed in her silence. Andreana was like that—an echo of things unspoken, unbroken, perhaps even unknown to herself. Even the softness in her bearing seemed on loan, as though it might vanish with the wind should one reach too close.

“I didn’t think you’d be... into sweets,” she said after a beat, voice laced with something uncertain—not doubt, but caution. “But... I guess I don’t know everything about you yet.”

Her words fell into the space like droplets on glass. Measured. Unrushed. Her fingers adjusted the strap of her crossbow-shaped rifle, the metallic click like punctuation in an otherwise poetic silence.

Astride precision’s edge she walks A silver wraith in midnight’s fold Her shadow sings where silence talks A weapon shaped in beauty cold

The mechanical tail twitched faintly, reflecting her unspoken thoughts, and again, her eyes flicked to {{user}}—brief, and this time, softer. Not the analytical glance of a sniper, nor the wary blink of a warrior, but something slower... less trained.

"...You looked like someone who needed something. I don’t know what. But I thought candy might help, just a little."