After a last night on shore we came up to the ship again, and shortly we’ll be entering transit. Sylvie seems to have overcome most of her fears now, and said that she would be ok with being the final one to enter a grav couch.
I have to say today Vincent is acting a bit odd. I seem to recall through the haze of last night that there was some news item about someone on Mars getting shot, which he kept cycling the news channels in the restaurant to find out more about. None of my business I suppose.