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The afternoon passed overhead, with bird-cries and strokes of white cloud; Jehen was only distantly aware of time passing as she wrestled with docking simulations, as she thought about the curious behavior of things in zero gravity.
The distinction between docking and ramming was a matter of velocity.
She closed her eyes to think about the sequence of locks: first the outer, then the inner, then the coupling of doors, the re-pressurization of the place between, the test sequence for the boarding-passage.
Yasmin and Ferenc trooped back in, arguing about something. She could hear them outside the door, but not their words, until the door opened and Ferenc said to Yasmin, “She won’t like it. We should have just told them she forbade it.”
Jehen sat up and put her work to one side.
“So, they said all right, you could come too,” Ferenc said, all at a run as if he wished to be done saying it as soon as humanly possible.