Aster paused the video, her fingers lingering on the wristband screen as it flickered off with a soft *beep*, plunging the medic room back into a heavy stillness. Syn glanced up from Vera's neatly bandaged arm, his hands still smoothing the edges of the gauze, his brow creasing as a question gnawed at him. "How was the camera working if the ship was powered down?" he asked, his voice low, tinged with a cautious curiosity as he wiped his hands on his pants, the faint hum of the backup generator barely audible beneath his words.
Aster tilted her head, her blonde hair spilling over her shoulder as she shot him a look that danced between amusement and exasperation. "The medic room's got a backup generator—basic sense, Syn," she said, her tone a playful jab, as if his question were a child's stumble in a game he should've mastered. She leaned against the bedframe, her arms folding with a casual confidence that belied the tension still simmering in the air.
