Through the walls, Sera could hear the others reacting in their own ways.
Zubair's silence weighed on her right, steady and hot. Knowing him, he would be sitting on the bunk with his back to the wall, his jaw locked, and his hands empty and itching for something to hold.
Alexei, on the other side somewhere, would be counting screws. Counting men. Counting breaths. Psycho murmuring in his ear, amused at the idea that they could be so easily caged.
Lachlan would be pacing in the small space until a voice yelled at him to sit. He would sit then, because he knew when to be obedient. His heel would bounce.
Elias would be still. Too still. Listening. Thinking. His creature cataloguing every change in airflow and electric hum even as it insulted him.
They were fine.
And for now, that was enough.
The scan continued its sweep.
