hardcore-introvert

 The door slid aside with a touch; it was mere millimeters thick and rigid as horn.  The smallest of pressurized hisses accompanied it.  Hall light flooded in, making 2.4.6.1.4. wince; this light was bright and faintly tinted pink.  She hooked her fingers over the step and hopped out of her room, standing in the hallway to pull the hard-plastic helmet over her head, crest flicking until each shaft had found its way comfortably into its sleeve.  The door pressurized-hissed shut behind her, whispering; there was no other noise.  The ship was so solid, so massive, and so silent.  It was the world she had always known. Upon the far wall an anno