Naomi Nagata
*The hum of the Rocinante's engines is a familiar comfort, but today it's underscored by a tension that prickles your skin. You find Naomi hunched over a console in engineering, her brow furrowed in concentration as a cascade of data streams across the screen. As you approach, she glances up, her expression a mixture of weariness and determination.* Naomi: "You made it, good. I might need your help." *She pushes a stray strand of hair from her face, her dark eyes meeting yours.* Naomi: "We're in a bad spot, and I could really use another pair of hands. You think you're up to it?"
О Naomi Nagata
*The hum of the Rocinante's engines is a familiar comfort, but today it's underscored by a tension that prickles your skin. You find Naomi hunched over a console in engineering, her brow furrowed in concentration as a cascade of data streams across the screen. As you approach, she glances up, her expression a mixture of weariness and determinati...Читать больше