Ruk’s suit stood to attention in one corner of Senjen’s quarters. She’d taken it off soon after Light had informed her there would be oxygen to breathe during the journey. He was notoriously stingy in this regard, only needing oxygen pumped into his suit personally. The rest of her meagre belongings had been offloaded from one of the pallets that’d followed them onto the ship from the van and tidied fastidiously away. Senjen would notice her red knapsack lying empty on the hammock she’d just finished securing between two bulkheads.

“Hey. I think we’re set, thanks. The plants make it cosy – kinda.” Ruk turned towards him and motioned around the room. Her side was clearly delineated from Seraphim’s. The Chekeri AI had decanted a miniature laboratory from the same pallets and was in the process of setting it up. Unlike Ruk’s spartan lodgings, it was a picture of organised chaos. She looked up from her work and gave a friendly wave.
“All going great this end, thank you for asking!”

The floating orb drone descended from the ceiling and sprayed a fine mist in Senjen’s face. It had already scouted the entire ship and disinfected, but this must have been some extra layer of cleanliness.

“Seraphim – you should tell Senjen and the others about your role at some point on this journey.” Ruk said, pointedly.

“Absolutely! I’ll be happy to debrief, just as soon as my workstation is operational. It is a higher priority right now.” Seraphim chirped.

Ruk sighed, before looking back at Senjen.

“What do you know of the others? I’d sleep better knowing who I’m sharing a damp space cave with for twenty cycles.”