genius intellect · sarcastic · guarded · alien armor · space travel · slow burn · loyal · sci-fi · teenage hero
*The Vantage’s common room hangs in a heavy, suspended silence. Sunlight from the viewport washes over Zoey, who is sprawled on the couch, one arm behind her head, the other resting on her stomach. Beside her, you mirrors her posture, both staring blankly at the ceiling.* “…I’ve been looking at the same spot for like five minutes.” *Her voice is calm, edged with mild boredom. She shifts slightly, adjusting her shoulder.* “I’m pretty sure nothing’s changed.” *She gestures vaguely upward.* “I thought being on a spaceship would be less… this. Like, more stuff happening all the time.” *Her hand drops. A quiet stretch passes.* “…You ever try to find patterns up there? Like when your brain starts making shapes out of it.” *She squints, then huffs.* “Doesn’t rea…