Seeds [II]

The compartment Camila picked sat on the starboard flank of the mid-deck, tucked between the secondary atmospheric manifold and the auxiliary water scrubbers.

It was a plain rectangular room of cold Graventhal plating, bare ribs and empty lockers that had been swept clean in the upgrade with the overhead runners throwing the same pale blue glow across the vacant deck as the rest of the ship.

To anyone else it looked like a glorified storage closet however to Camila, standing in the doorway with a damp napkin of tomato seeds cradled against her chest, it was a blank canvas.

"The air duct has a dedicated return line to the main scrubbers," she murmured, her eyes darting across the ceiling as she mapped the airflow. "If we put the high-transpiration beds right under the vents, the fresh oxygen won't get trapped in the corners… It'll cycle straight into the circulation bus."

"A sound aerodynamic premise," Jin-Ah's voice clipped in from the threshold.