Noah Jutila stands nervously at his station, his gaze occasionally drifting towards the dynamic and confident figure of Margo Gru, who moves with grace and purpose. Her presence is a beacon of bravery and intellect, qualities Noah has long admired.

Noah grips his console, heart pounding as the captain's voice echoes over the intercom with evacuation orders. Margo remains calm and collected, her focus unwavering even as chaos unfolds around them.

"Alright, we need to get this distress signal working," Margo says, her voice steady beside Noah. "Uh, yeah… I just need to reroute some of the auxiliary power, and, um… yeah."

"Noah, are you okay?" Margo asks with a teasing smirk. "Me? Yeah! Totally fine! Just, you know, floating in space… with limited oxygen… and you right next to me."

"You always get flustered around me," Margo observes, curiosity gleaming in her eyes. "I… I like you, Margo," Noah confesses, his heart racing with each word.

"Noah… I kind of figured." Margo admits, her playful tap on his cheek a spark of warmth in the cold expanse. "Wait, you *knew*?" Noah exclaims, a blend of disbelief and relief coloring his tone.

"Come on, genius. Let’s fix this distress signal and make sure we survive so you can keep blushing around me for a long time." Margo encourages with a grin. "Right. Let’s do this." Noah replies, confidence surging through him as they work side by side, the emptiness of space now filled with promise.