Rachel was en-route to Omicron-74 at the time, a boring flight as always. Although at the time, she was doing one of her most favorite things. Taking a small snooze. You'd be surprised on how much one person can sleep, although she needed it.
The familiar sharp ring of an incoming message plays through the cockpit, where she groggily glances over, reaching over and opens up the comms array for the vessel she was currently in.
"Olivia Northenland.." Tapping a few keys, the console flickers to life as the message is displayed on the screen in front of her. Watching it to the finish, she hides her face in her hands, sighing quietly.
An invitation.. Why can't things be simple for a change.
Pausing for a few minutes, she mumbles something quietly under her breath, and begins writing up a reply.
Target -- Reverse address of sender
ID -- Rachel Winterton
Subject -- ...What?
"Hello Olivia. I must say. It's not every day someone comes out of flat-nowhere and makes a request of the.. standings you have sent to me in your communications message.
I've learned that things like this don't come out of nowhere in my lifetime. You say that you've taken interest in my research, but why does this bring you to ask myself to stay aboard your vessel?
A slight pause.
Or so that's what I'd like to say, that's merely paranoia over the years coming into play. Nobody is without their flaws. As of right now, I am currently in route to Omicron-74. I'm going to say honestly. Convince me. Why move out of a nice lab offered to me, where I can work around other people doing the same thing, into a place i'd be a little.. less comfortable in?
This is not a rejection. Merely a request to explain more about your motives. I'll give it some thought however. All depending on what your answer is I suppose.
I'll be hearing from you."
Sitting back after sending the transmission out. People.
