Sūrya and Moss stand beside each other, observing Tarini and Javed's tense exchange in the sterile maintenance bay.Eight pale figures stand in a loose semicircle around an open access panel, their eyes defocused, hands at their sides, in the sterile habitat.Moss assembles components at a low table, his reflection ghostly on the transparent wall, the room's sterile white pressing in.Moss sits tense across the table, while Sūrya's fingertip hovers near her temple, both bathed in the blue-green light of night cycle.A piece of dark basalt stone and a curled copper sheet lie on the cool composite, bathed in the dim blue-green cycle light.Moss stands rigidly beside Sūrya, both under the harsh, clinical light of the maintenance bay.Sūrya and Moss stand in the sterile light of the open conduit, surrounded by the silent, dove-gray figures.Moss and Sūrya stand behind the glass, watching the young girl assemble components with precise focus.Moss sits with hands flat on the table, eyes distant, as Sūrya takes the chair opposite, her face bathed in the cool, blue-green light.Sūrya presses her thumb against the mesh scar at her temple, her eyes downcast, while Moss's hand rests splayed across the table.
