The corridor was a line of steel, no people, no noise. When an anomaly hits, it becomes a spotlight on every hidden seam, every reflected panel. It’s the same in a lab, on a bridge, or in a cockpit. The light shifts, the shadow lengthens, and suddenly the silence is a canvas. You just have to keep the sensors humming and the crew focused. It’s the routine of the unknown, no more dramatic than a math problem.