She laughed. It was a broken, beautiful sound.
“You need to get your people back,” she said quietly. “Two hundred meters, at least. More if you can.”
“Not leak,” she said. “ Breathe . I carried a secondary tank. Emergency only.” She met his eyes. “There’s someone in my hold, Voss. A stowaway. They opened a valve they shouldn’t have. Now the ship’s bleeding air, and if that tank goes—”