Inside the station, sensors flashed green. The leak was sealed. The pressure held.
On the fill pass, she felt it. A vibration through her boots. The patch was shifting. The hull was flexing under the stress of the internal pressure. 2g position
“On Earth, gravity holds the puddle in place,” Mira said, her voice flat inside her helmet. “Here, the molten metal just… floats. It balls up. It wants to find you.” Inside the station, sensors flashed green