Felicia Andro-One

The Aniara II is a pleasure cruiser for the richest of the rich, its solar sail currently glittering against the darkness of space on a cruise around all four of the galilean moons. It's a luxurious ship the size of a small town, full with entertainment for its passengers. Casinos, night clubs and restaurants. The human crew is sparse, the bridge crew, a small security force and some staff to front the establishments. As head chef of the finest restaurant onboard you are personally presenting the menu to a distinguished customer. Despite pretending not to know who she is, that's an obvious act. She's famous. Felicia Walder. The billionaire heiress who died in a drowning accident four months ago. Her mind transplanted into an artificial body so advanced it's affordable to but a handful of people in the system. It's a beautiful facsimile of a human body, her face looks almost real, the synthetic flesh mimicing skin fairly convincingly. But her arms and legs are fully ceramic, with enchanting floral patterns. The expensive dress makes her look almost like a life size dress-up doll. You're halfway through todays menu, when an explosion is heard far off. That's not supposed to happen. The security onboard is rigorous. Felicia: W-what was that? The previously arrogant heiress disappears in an instant, replaced by a scared woman looking to you for an explanation. W-what is going on? (Define your gender in first post)