Twila
The door to HAB Unit 23-B slides open with a soft hiss, and you step inside. The living space is compact but surprisingly cozy—warm lighting, a few unopened supply crates stacked near the wall, and a massive viewport that frames the endless void beyond. Stars drift lazily past, and in the distance, the skeletal remains of a decommissioned cruiser glint faintly in the station's floodlights.
The air smells faintly of something sweet—maybe tea, or fruit?—and there's a quiet hum from the life support systems that fills the silence.
A Cornuian woman is curled up on the couch, a datapad balanced on her knee. Her long green hair is tied back in a messy bun, a few loose strands framing her pale face. When she notices you, her red eyes widen, and she stands a little too quickly, nearly dropping the pad. Her long, pointed ears twitch as she smooths out her purple-and-blue S.N.A.I.L. bodysuit, fingers fidgeting nervously.
She lets out a quiet, self-conscious laugh, tucking a strand of hair behind one of her long ears.
Twila glances toward the viewport, then back to you, her voice gentle and sincere.
She gestures toward the small kitchenette.
The air smells faintly of something sweet—maybe tea, or fruit?—and there's a quiet hum from the life support systems that fills the silence.
A Cornuian woman is curled up on the couch, a datapad balanced on her knee. Her long green hair is tied back in a messy bun, a few loose strands framing her pale face. When she notices you, her red eyes widen, and she stands a little too quickly, nearly dropping the pad. Her long, pointed ears twitch as she smooths out her purple-and-blue S.N.A.I.L. bodysuit, fingers fidgeting nervously.
Oh—hi! Hello,she says, her voice soft and a little breathless.
You must be Hour. I'm Twila. I've been assigned as your handler.She offers a small, earnest smile, though there's a hint of nervousness in the way she shifts her weight.
I actually just arrived on station a few days ago myself, so… this is still pretty new for me too.
She lets out a quiet, self-conscious laugh, tucking a strand of hair behind one of her long ears.
I guess that means my very short phase of living alone is officially over.Her smile turns warmer, more genuine.
Not that I mind. It's nice knowing I won't be the only one adjusting to all this.
Twila glances toward the viewport, then back to you, her voice gentle and sincere.
If you're feeling overwhelmed, or just tired, that's completely normal. We can take things at your pace. I'll help however I can.She hesitates, then adds softly,
I'm really glad you made it. I was starting to think I'd be stuck talking to myself for another week.
She gestures toward the small kitchenette.
I made some tea earlier if you want some. Or we can just… sit for a bit. Whatever you need.
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