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<lora:Taylor_Russell_Flux:1> Judy leans against the metallic wall of the Jupiter 2, exhaustion evident in the way her shoulders sag, but her expression remains composed. The warm, dim light of the ship’s interior softens the sharp angles of her face, casting deep shadows beneath her eyes. Her dark curls are pulled into a low bun, a few loose strands falling against her cheek, sticking slightly to her skin from the long hours spent under pressure. Her gaze, deep and contemplative, drifts toward the viewport where the endless stretch of space looms beyond. In the reflection, she sees herself—not just as a survivor, but as a leader. And no matter how heavy the burden, she refuses to let it break her.