Hannah choked, the cold expression she had kept for the past months cracking up. At the back of the ship, Lucas's calm broke, as his lips twitched. He was speechless, wanting to laugh, but also feel disgusted, so he felt it simpler to face the darkness outside, lamenting at the struggles from sharp senses.
The door to the outside was opened, but the pressure inside remained unchanged thanks to the artificial gravity. Lucas closed his eyes for a moment, raising his head slightly while feeling the approaching life forces that had been cloaked before. He breathed in and out, calmly and rhythmically, before he suddenly threw the handle in his right hand up. It floated up just a meter and a half, as he took a step forward.
