[Maya has no interest in museums. No interest in anatomic depictions. No interest in the kriffing planet, truth be told. Which makes it all the more surprising when she finds herself leaving the Moira.
It's a little like sleepwalking, actually. Some instinct is driving her to move, but she's barely aware of it, instead thinking of how much she desperately needs a smoke and how ridiculous it is to put in port at a planet like this.
But once she arrives in the museum, some of her haze starts to clear up. Especially when she feels...
It.
Maya doesn't have a word to describe it, really. It's just the overwhelming sense of power she feels, like waves of heat rising off a stone surface when she's near Yuri. But not exactly. There are subtle differences, ones she can barely express in thought, let alone words. But after a bit of aimless wandering, she pinpoints its source: A somewhat pouty-looking guy with slightly ridiculous hair.
Her lips part slightly and she watches him, a line forming between her eyes.]
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It's a little like sleepwalking, actually. Some instinct is driving her to move, but she's barely aware of it, instead thinking of how much she desperately needs a smoke and how ridiculous it is to put in port at a planet like this.
But once she arrives in the museum, some of her haze starts to clear up. Especially when she feels...
It.
Maya doesn't have a word to describe it, really. It's just the overwhelming sense of power she feels, like waves of heat rising off a stone surface when she's near Yuri. But not exactly. There are subtle differences, ones she can barely express in thought, let alone words. But after a bit of aimless wandering, she pinpoints its source: A somewhat pouty-looking guy with slightly ridiculous hair.
Her lips part slightly and she watches him, a line forming between her eyes.]