[Vie is on the top deck, perched on a ledge a little ways off the ground and looking rather relaxed to be there. Her eyes are on the sky, watching the now normal stars. Beside her is a bottle of liquor, opened and partially consumed. She's not drunk... yet, but she's on her way to being that bit more open than usual.
When the audio feed starts, it's catching her out mid song. The words are foreign, the song a tune from her homeworld. Her voice is soft, but clear and the tune a little melancholy. She trails off, lost in thought and then, Vie speaks.]
A question, fellow passengers. What do you miss the most about home?
[Everything that happened before her arrival is finally catching up on her. Vie clicks off the comm.]