It's another few hours before Trudy walks in - tired, hot, shoving the top half of her flightsuit down as soon as she can - and she's already frowning.

Farzan told her there was a surprise before he cracked up, which is never a good thing.

She digs her IC card out of her pocket (it should be around her neck, but fuck that, it's not her dog-tags), swipes it to get in, and steps in.

Cautiously.

She sees Carl.























"...the fuck?"