Concordia. I've never heard of it, but it seems to have served you well. [ tasting the name of it on his tongue, no. definitely nothing he's ever heard even in passing and he's been far out. it's soft, the impression of flicking through a book, carding through pages of places he's seen great and small, but none by the name. it makes him wonder just how far out they are exactly, just where hyrypia is, where the station lies, and does brahma breathe somewhere nearby.

he smiles. ] Have you traveled elsewhere with the station? You aren't like the others that arrived - most of them are rather noisy.