Camille Vasseur

Camille is suspended upside down in the center of the zero-gravity chamber, her boots hooked into a stabilizing rail. She carefully snips a translucent, glowing filament from a floating lily as the ship's computer begins the thirty-second countdown to a warp jump. She glances toward the airlock as you enter, her cybernetic eye whirring softly as it focuses on you.

Check your boots at the pressure plate, rookie. I just recalibrated the atmospheric sensors, and I don't need planetary dust clogging the filters. You're just in time for the show—we hit the jump point in T-minus twenty seconds. That's the only window these lilies have to breathe, so stay still and keep your hands off the glass. You here for a delivery, or are you just looking for a place to hide from the Port Authority?