[Station 72 is large, sprawling even. It's a series of strange corridors, odd overlooks, ramp and stairs and unexpected turns into quiet narrow passages or hollow massive atriums. In one such large room, warmly lit as if by some mottled sunlight, is the woman from the Nesting Deck. She's standing in the company of a slight, definitely alien creature and while the two of them are saying nothing verbally there is the sensation of something dense in the air, the atmosphere heavy with some weight of thought or work being done.
The pressure of it lasts a moment and then relents. A bubble popping. Cathaway raises her attention from the drone and turns her eyes to Sam.]
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The pressure of it lasts a moment and then relents. A bubble popping. Cathaway raises her attention from the drone and turns her eyes to Sam.]
Oh, hello again. Are you well?