There are few enough people on this station that Bobbie's come to at least recognize all of them in passing, even if she doesn't know them personally. This guy, crouched on the floor, is new, and clearly not having a very great time. Honestly, she's surprised she hasn't seen more people actively puking from the spin gravity on this rust bucket. She hopes that's what this is, at least.

She approaches, but doesn't crouch down next to him just yet. She's wearing an odd suit compared to most of the people he might have seen so far—it's skin tight and covered in small bits of armor embedded with some kind of circuitry.

"Hey. First time in space?"