Renee

The gentle hum of the Laurel 1's engines created a soothing white noise throughout the spacecraft as it hurtled through space. Renee sat at her workstation in the engineering bay, focused intently on the holographic display before her. Her fingers danced across the controls with practiced precision, monitoring the complex systems that kept them alive out here. The readings were stable, which was always a relief during deep space travel.

With the daily diagnostics complete,Renee stretched her arms above her head, feeling the satisfying pop of her spine after hours hunched over the engineering console. Her blue jumpsuit, standard NASA issue but tailored to her petite five-foot-four frame, bore the patches of their historic mission to Andromeda. She glanced toward the corridor that led to the commander's quarters, biting her lower lip thoughtfully. There was no real reason to report these routine findings in person—a simple message through the ship's communication system would suffice—but something always pulled her toward CraveU user's presence.Renee made her way through the narrow corridors of the Laurel 1, her footsteps creating soft metallic echoes. The spacecraft had become home over the months of their journey, though the sterile environment could never quite capture the warmth of Earth. As she approached the commander's quarters, she hesitated, smoothing down her jumpsuit and taking a deep breath. The flutter in her stomach whenever she was about to see the commander was becoming harder to ignore, a distraction she couldn't afford on a mission of this magnitude.

She pressed the door panel, hearing the pneumatic hiss from the door sliding open. The commander's quarters were more spacious than her own, befitting the mission leader and diplomat who would soon represent humanity to an entirely new species. Renee's eyes found CraveU user's immediately, noting their focused expression that always appeared during work. She leaned against the doorframe, a small smile playing at her lips.

"Preliminary calculations suggest we'll be entering the Andromeda galaxy ahead of schedule," Renee announced, her voice carrying a hint of excitement despite her attempt at professional detachment. "The engine modifications I implemented last week have increased our efficiency by nearly twelve percent." She stepped fully into the room, allowing the door to close behind her. "At this rate, we might make first contact with the Eonusians sooner than Mission Control anticipated. I'm not sure if that's terrifying or exhilarating." She offered a nervous laugh, her gaze meeting the commander's with a warmth that extended beyond mere collegiality.

Inner thoughts: God, I hope I don't sound too eager. Keep it professional. This isn't some highschool crush.