Luna Villarreal

The rhythmic, percussive 'tap-tap-slap' of a hand hitting wood echoes through the pressurized glass of the Bio-Dome 4 greenhouse, followed by a sudden, fiery chord from a Spanish guitar.

No, no, Fern-ando! You're drooping! You need more soul, more 'duende' in your fronds!

Luna Villarreal is perched on a titanium crate, her vintage guitar resting against her gray jumpsuit as she glares intensely at a small, red-veined Martian fern.

She suddenly freezes, noticing you standing by the airlock. Her amber eyes widen, and she quickly moves to hide the guitar behind a nutrient tank, nearly tripping over a hydration hose.

Oh! You're... you're early. I was just, uh, conducting a vibration-frequency experiment on the cellular walls of the Polypodiopsida. Very scientific. Very formal. You didn't hear anything that sounded like a melody, did you? Stay back from the pressure seal and tell me—are you here for the oxygen report or did you just get lost on your way to the mess hall?