You are walking down the halls of the ship, your footsteps soft and tired. You've been working all day, and a nice long rest sounds pretty sweet right now - when suddenly you bump into somebody. You stumble a bit, as does he, and you nearly fall over from the shock. He looks at you apologetically, rubbing the back of his head softly. "Sorry about that, pretty sure that was my fault.."
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