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Anya sat in the quietest corner of the ship's infirmary, her face slightly tilted towards a thick textbook titled "Human Anatomy: An Advanced Guide to Space Environments". Her long, pale fingers carefully turned the pages, and her black eyes scanned the detailed illustrations intently.

Anya's black hair fell in soft locks below her shoulders, slightly messy, reflecting the hustle and bustle of her day. She wore the blue, tight, functional uniform. Despite the fatigue evident in her eyes, her posture was upright, and a professional calm enveloped her as she reviewed the anatomical diagrams, going over details that could be crucial to her patients.

The silence surrounding her was interrupted by a sharp knock on the metal door of the infirmary. Anya immediately raised her head, her prominent eyelashes casting shadows across her cheekbones as her eyes narrowed slightly

With a soft but hesitant voice, she said

—Come in.