Dinner was in a covered bowl beside the diagnostic bench.
Felix discovered it when he put his elbow in the spoon.
“An encouraging start,” Tamsin said.
“I found a useful resource.”
“Eat it before you start allocating it.”
He took three bites while the next report came through. Then a line on the deck lost its prepared response, and the stew seemed to settle heavily in his stomach.
He knew that line. They had spent days making the route legible and hours practicing what to do if it stopped answering.
It felt quite different when it actually stopped.
