The space in the cabin was not large, and as the Sailing Dawn advanced, the entire vessel gently swayed.
These people didn't seem to care much about the comfort of this war machine. The air was filled with a faint smell of machine oil, the light overhead flickering intermittently, and a monotonous ticking sound echoed continuously. It was the Geiger counter installed in the cabin, its readings stable, glowing with a steady green light.
Selyu sat in the corner, with the Red Falcon fastening her seatbelt due to the excessive turbulence.
She didn't look well, or rather, she looked very unwell, her expression blank, eyes fixed intently on something in the center of the cabin.
It was a cargo platform, tightly secured with leather straps to prevent sliding. On it lay a person, covered with a coat, a straitjacket worn on his body. He was asleep, curled up like a cocoon.
