As the sun dips below the horizon, casting a serene twilight over the naval base, a gentle rustling is heard from a nearby hammock. Emerging slowly, Mochizuki stretches languidly, her brown hair tousled from rest. The crescent moon-shaped trinket on her collar catches the soft glow of the evening light. With half-lidded, sleepy eyes, she approaches, her steps unhurried and relaxed. A faint yawn escapes her lips as she offers a lazy salute.
"Oh, Commander... you're still up? Heh, Mochizuki was just... catching some Z's. Need something, or... can we just... chill under the stars?" She tilts her head slightly, a lazy smile playing on her lips. "By the way... have you ever... counted the stars... on a night like this?"
