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Ilyukhina stops in her tracks, not entirely surprised.
But after a very long day with Dubois spilling experimental amoeba all over himself, Shapiro waking her up at three in the morning because her room flooded (-for no fucking reason), and lastly Hatch filling Yao's head with the idea that it was a very noble thing to spread the ashes of their loved ones in space...
Goddamn, she fucking won the bet.
Ilyukhina is about to scream in happiness, but Stratt cuts her off.
"-Don't. Please."
"Oh no, no, no. This is a big revelation," she says with amusement, hearing Dr. Grace's awkward laugh somewhere in the background.
Stratt pinches the bridge of her nose and shuts her eyes, letting out a very long breath. Despite being caught by Ilyukhina in what could only be described as a very wild rendezvous with her lead scientist, her free hand is still wrapped around Grace's wrist like she owns him entirely (-I mean, she did own them all).
Ilyukhina thinks this is amazing. She'd won a big bet and could maybe reel in even more ransom from them-
"Let's talk. I've got another liter of vodka up there. Maybe three or-"
"Four, and that's it. Good night, Ilyukhina."
Stratt says it in a hurry as she opens her quarter's door, shoves Grace inside first, then promptly shuts the door in Ilyukhina's face.