The moon trainee knew she shouldn't be nervous. She had no reason to be nervous. It wasn't as if she was asking the guy out on a date. ******** it, it wasn't as if she hadn't made the first move while they were all asleep in their beds, or pod in her case, dreaming of Wonderland. And that was when they were dressed up as pirates and were complete strangers. But she was chewing the bottom of her lip, her heart jackhammering in her chest, thumb poised over the little icon, and her ******** hand refuse to cooperate.

She repeated to herself that, again, she wasn't asking the guy out on a date. Sure, the timing might be a little weird, a little suggestive what it was almost Valentines day (and maybe it already was wherever the recipient of her message was located) but that was just coincidence.

"Oh for ******** sake, Joy, just press that ******** send button, you stupid, cowardly tit-frozen, brain-damaged b***h!" she shrieked at her phone's screen. And apparently that was all the encouragement her finger needed to obey.

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To: David Brant
Fr: (unknown number)

Message: Hiya Cap'n! Guess who's awake! As in actually awake with a weapon of her own and everything!

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