Wrema directs Sucasa gently toward the rear of the ship, partly in hopes that she'll find the toolbox and feel like she's accomplished something, and partly because she needs a moment to herself. Just one. That's all right, right?

Then she turns to the search, riffling through any drawers and lockers she can find, emerging at last with someone's bottle of very strong contraband Andoan wine. Not that Wrema knows anything except that it's alcohol, and the label on the bottle is very pretty. She brings this and someone's forgotten vac-suit and rebreather over to Hera.

Sucasa, meanwhile, is very noisily dragging over a very neat toolbox filled to the brim with hydrospanners, miniature arc welders, and several power packs.

"There's more," she says, huffing for breath just the littlest bit. "But I couldn't carry all of it."