Alright, Iva, pull yourself together.
I stare at my reflection in the mirror: Stringy blonde hair pulled into a French braid, mocha skin and dark brown eyes. Those eyes… I have to do something about those eyes.
Looking around my small, compact, metal room, I dig through my package of bits, bobs and knickknacks. Finally, I find what I’m looking for - a green tube. I take it out of its resting place and crack it open. Inside are two contact lenses, slightly tinted green. I smile and place them over my eyes, then look at my reflection again.
Ah, a perfect Fog green.
I sigh sadly. Unfortunately, this isn’t the life I had wanted many years ago. But it’s the life I have now, and that’s what counts.
Just act normal, like every other day. Act like an Imperial, or they’ll immediately find out who I really am.
I step outside of my cabin and walk up to Autofficer Liliana Umbrellascope. Plastering a fake smile, I ask in my signature Russian accent, “Greetings, Autofficer. What is my current mission?”