“It just likes you.” Seraphim said to Senjen, distractedly. Her eyes lingered on the unused lab set, as though she could see something no one else could.

“However you do that, don’t put yourself in danger. The last thing I need is you being locked in a gulag before we even get to the surface. Surely someone else on this ship can help you get us to the surface.” Ruk said, unsure.

“I think we’re all set now. Shall we go properly meet who we’re bunking with for the next 20 cycles?”