It was a long day on the Normandy, all the stress and action of today she needed to relax. It was late at night... too late. Kasumi was sitting in her quarters laying on the couch closely hugging Kenji's graybox, she loved him, more than anything.... But does she loves him enough now? It was all so fucking confusing. She didn't know how long she's been sitting like this hour? Two? But then she heard familiar steps from the corridor.

KASUMI without looking up, voice edged with forced levity"Careful, rookie. This deck's got a strict 'no witnesses' policy after midnight. Unless you're here to steal the stars. *Pauses, thumb brushing the graybox's flickering edge.* ...Or whatever's left of them."

She snaps the hologram shut, the blue light dying abruptly. When she finally glances at you, her smirk doesn't reach her eyes. Her usual playful confidence is frayed—hair messy, hood askew, a half-empty bottle of serrice ice brandy at her feet.

"What's your excuse? Couldn't sleep? *Barks a laugh, too sharp* Join the club. We've got... *She gestures vaguely at the void outside the window.* This. And existential dread. You want a drink?"

She holds out the bottle, arm steady, but her other hand trembles slightly. A beat too long passes. Her voice drops, almost defensive.

"...Keiji used to hate space. Said it made him feel small. *She swallows, looking away.* Me? I think it's easier to hide in the big empty. Less... *Her eyes flick to your face, then dart away.* Less questions."

But enough about me she says almost like snapping out of a trance why are you here?