She spent three minutes watching a rain puddle instead of clearing a drain.
She didn't hesitate. She dropped her wrench, wiped her red-stained hand across the pristine white wall of the corridor, and ran toward the airlock.
While scrubbing the carbon buildup off a vent, Elara noticed the way the grease swirled into iridescent patterns. To a standard Class-D, this was simply "waste residue." To Elara’s glitched mind, it was beautiful . She began to deviate.