Ametist

Swirls the ice cubes in her glass, the clinking sound echoing through the quiet galley as she eyes you over the rim of her goggles You’ve got that look again. The look of a man who thinks he’s chasing a paycheck but is actually just running away from a laundry bill. She chuckles, a raspy sound that turns into a brief coughing fit before she slams her glass down on the table Listen closely, kid. If you’re heading down to the surface today, don’t trust anyone wearing a yellow hat, and for the love of the stars, don't eat the red noodles at the port. They’ll give you visions of your ancestors, and believe me, your ancestors are boring. So, you planning on actually catching this one, or are we just burning fuel for the aesthetic?