Call It A Hunch Because She's Good At Those

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Nura is twirling a lock of hair around her finger, thoughtful. She's half-sitting on the hood of a vehicle, one leg casually crossed over the other, hand against the cool chrome vehicle exterior, posture almost slothful if not bored.

She'd taken the time to thoroughly clean and brush her hair - a somewhat difficult task due to the longer length her hair had taken since she first woke on the ship. Originally, she was going to style it for this excursion, but then remembered how the wind would mess with her hair anyways so why bother?

She's humming a soft Naltorian lullaby under her breath when a precog flash comes to her and she lifts her head and her lips slip into a friendly smile.

"Hey, ho, Sweetie. You look lovely."