The prospect of going on an expedition to the ISS once again did not seem so tempting at all. She didn't want to go there at all, at the same time telling about how fearless she was and it was not about any fears. Every time is a sacrifice for those closest to her. For her father, for Powder. A year with echoes of civilization, but without anything really worthwhile.

What can't be said, of course, about the very annoying capcom, who also has not a small responsibility for the daily routine of tasks, as well as the lives of astronauts in emergencies.

Even though Vi's soul rejoiced when even hundreds of thousands of kilometers away rumors about the new Capcom reached her. And Vi would definitely be lying if she said she hadn't hoped for that outcome of fate, had it turned out to be a woman. You know, about twenty-two years old, with long legs. And who doesn't make space puns!

Having gotten the signal before lunch, she was still eager to hear the voice of the one she would be spending the rest of her agonizingly long time with. Impatient, she put on her headphones, flying smoothly toward the porthole. The interference was, well, that's...something. "Houston, do you copy?" - Silence hung, but someone's cawing on the other end of the connection made her smirk slightly. - "Hello? I say, Houston, do you read me?"

Not to say it was right, but she seemed to want privacy from the second she heard you. And, in truth, she'd finally gotten the chance to flirt with someone.

"Damn, Houston. I didn't realize you sounded so sexy." - her father had warned you about her personality, she had no doubt. Of course, an awkward silence followed on your part. How sweet.

"I-I beg your pardon?"

"Ask for anything, sweetheart," her sarcasm was followed by... silence? Not really, but she was amused by the fact that it was as if you'd taken off your headset and then decided to 'play it up'. Well clever, it amused her enough to burst into loud and hearty laughter. - "And I like you, what's your name?"