She flies to follow him, careening from surface to surface, just another glint of light in the too bright world of this starship.

The power source here is jittering, a wild thing, setting up a resonance around her that makes her skin crawl. It's touched a man, singed both flesh and nerves.

It takes her but a fraction of a heartbeat to slip out, grasp the thing by the throat, and drag it back into the Gloom with her. It writhes in her grasp, a wounded animal.

She ignores it, watching him and the people around him, waiting for them to disconnect the beast at the source.