A/n cover art by my friend
Y/n pov
I walked into the lab after the flight to pandora
I didn't know sleeping could be this exhausting
"Who the hell are you supposed to be?"
Dr. Grace augustine asked
"I'm Y/n, y/ln miss" I say "the doctor"
"Ugh yet another idiot with a gun for so called protection, we don't need protection whe're doing perfectly fine on our own"
She sais anoyed
"I don't have a gun tho.." I answer shyly
"Won't take long 'till the cournal gives you one"
She sais in disgust
I couldn't tell if for me or the cournal
"Y/ln, the cournal wants to talk meet yoh at the weaponry"
Some randome dude sais
Grace gives me a sorry look
I leave in the direction of the weaponry
