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[aimedforthemoon]

The Russian astronaut is feeling mildly lazy today, which is why she's down in the bar instead of upstairs with the flight-sims. Leisurely breakfast, washed down by coffee and Bar had been kind enough to provide a newspaper

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[sorryimatwat]

Owen leans over her shoulder, looking at the paper. He can't read most of it, but anyway.

"Morning."

[aimedforthemoon]

"I always find it strange, that Milliways matches Wales," she says. Then she turns her head sideways to actually look at him.

"Morning."

[sorryimatwat]

"Well, I heard it was Scotland out there, so it stands to reason really", he points out. "How's things?"

[aimedforthemoon]

"If they were aiming for cold, Russia's prettier."

Not that she's biased, or anything.

"I'm...oke. Normal." Which means ever-so-slightly edgy. "How goes your alien-hunting?"

[52_dropoff]

"Hi." Charlie is not far off, enjoying a bowl of berries and melon for breakfast.

[aimedforthemoon]

She blinks, then looks up.

"Morning, Charlie!"

[ooc: and I'm actually heading off now, but I'll catch up in the morning!]

[52_dropoff]

"It's been a while. How's the space race?" By which he means her adventures in space of late, having not seen the newspapers.

[ooc: sleep well - probably won't be on at the same time as you again till Sunday morning.]

[aimedforthemoon]

She, on other hand, assumes he means her world.

"Oh, well, working in partnership with Americans, which is...good, I think."