Why so emo doll-girl?
Since the mysterious memory leak that had plagued the station in weeks past, Victoria's mental state had been more fragile then usual. Confronted once more with images of her youth, and the loss that went along with them, Victoria was akin to a doll whose porcelain exterior had been slightly cracked, letting things long buried show through.
In an effort to combat her ever growing sense of existential dread, Victoria could be found in milling about the station with one of her many sewing projects in hand. However, little work seems to have been done upon the small doll's frame in quite sometime, while tears stain the doll-maidens masked face. The sheer level of emotion emanating from Victoria was a facet of her personality only seen in times of great sadness or crisis, or as those who know her best may surmise: times when she felt most human...
In an effort to combat her ever growing sense of existential dread, Victoria could be found in milling about the station with one of her many sewing projects in hand. However, little work seems to have been done upon the small doll's frame in quite sometime, while tears stain the doll-maidens masked face. The sheer level of emotion emanating from Victoria was a facet of her personality only seen in times of great sadness or crisis, or as those who know her best may surmise: times when she felt most human...