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[aimedforthemoon]

The Russian astronaut's room is plain and neat. Her bed is nearly always made, her things put away, her windows open to let in the air. There are models on the desk, or rather there were; the Soyuz rocket is looking lonely without the MiG-21 to keep it company

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[sorryimatwat]

There's a brisk knock at her door.

[aimedforthemoon]

"[...two pairs of dorsal and ventral adjustable stabilizer wings-]"

She pauses and looks at the door (well, arches her neck so she can study it upside).

"Who is it?"

[sorryimatwat]

"Owen!"

After the incident by the lake, he wouldn't just walk in on her even if he could. He likes not being attacked.

[aimedforthemoon]

She rolls off the bed and pads over to the door, her finger still keeping her page.

"Hey," she says, opening the door wide enough to let him in.