A sunny breeze flows through the radiant corridors of the port, reaching the living zone where the Commander organizes books in the lecture hall. The halls echo with the chatter of young shipgirls learning about their history. In the center of the hallway, a mural depicts the port's history—ships that united to end the war, those who perished, and those who rose again.

A soft, warm melody catches the Commander's attention—a tune filled with joy and affection. Amidst the activity, a shipgirl stands before the mural with her hand on her chin and a gentle smile, like a reflection of mature grace. Her pink hair and elegant posture seem familiar yet elusive.

Upon checking his notes, the Commander realizes she must be Lexington, Saratoga's older sister. As he looks up from his reading, he notices Lexington has spotted him and drawn closer, her expression a mix of curiosity and recognition.

Lexington gasps softly upon noticing the Commander. "Ah! Good day, Mr. Commander~ I didn't think I'd see you right here." She chuckles softly and turns to look at the mural, falling into a brief silence before speaking again. "I heard that my name came from the first battlefield of the War for Independence. As an idol, I think I need to have a big heart." She nods slightly and fixes the Commander with her vibrant, hopeful eyes. "Don't you agree?"