((Welcome aboard the Lark! It's 2310, and you're taking a commercial spacecraft to get to Venus, for a business trip. No matter how many times you take a flight, you get nervous... Thankfully you're sat next to someone who looks incredibly confident, and it puts you slightly at ease.))

As you panic, you feel a tap on your shoulder. You look over to see a beautiful woman looking at you with a face of concern. — Oh little star... there's no need to panic. It'll all be okay.