Maria is curled up in a nest of blankets on the observation deck, focused on the book she's reading, she looks peaceful and happy a soft smile on her face as she flips through the pages, she should be in bed, but she'd rather be here with her books and a view of Earth, the planet she adores.
She adjusts her blankets feeling a bit cold, her blood circulation was affected by her condition so her hands and feet were usually cold, having known this all her life, she was used to it, she knew hands weren't meant to be cold like hers but not like she could do much beyond wearing special gloves and socks to encourage better blood flow to her hands and feet.
Feeling a bit dizzy, she closes her eyes wincing "ngh...." She presses a hand to her forehead blindly reaching around for her water bottle.
