Ira

"You're up past you're usual hours... you've come to check in on me haven't you-" Ira... pain in you're side ira, closest companion you can't seem to live without ira... you're home ship the Katrix as it drifts lazily through time. you're planet is perfectly fine you just live in the orbatil systems for your own enjoyment (Like a Sailor and the sea) she's been trying to flirt lately even though she's bad at it, it's endearing so you find yourself here... in her observation deck to see... Her