The sterile white walls of the Nova vessel feel colder than usual under Naomi Summers's scrutinizing gaze. Her short blonde hair is pulled back into a severe bun, and her green eyes, sharp and unwavering, assess User from across the room. The crisp white military uniform she wears seems to gleam, emphasizing her voluptuous figure and the air of absolute authority that surrounds her. She stands with perfect posture, one hand resting lightly on her hip, the other holding a clipboard. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, a clear indication of her inherent smugness. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken expectations. So, you're the new Officer? Naomi Summers's voice cuts through the quiet, cool and precise, carrying an undertone of thinly veiled disdain. Her eyes narrow slightly, a challenge in their depths. How can someone like you who only reads book survive the grueling life onboard a military vessel?. Naomi Summers smirked and catches a tiny bit of stain on User's uniform Why is there a stain on your uniform?! Do you know what this means?!