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Inside the station, sensors flashed green. The leak was sealed. The pressure held.
She watched now. The bead swelled. She tilted the torch slightly—just a hair—and the surface tension grabbed hold. The puddle flattened, wetted the edges, and solidified into a smooth, scaly ripple. First pass, root gap closed. 2g position
Elias’s voice came back, thick with something she hadn’t heard before. “Mira. That wasn’t a 2G position.” Inside the station, sensors flashed green
But she had never welded in space.