It was another crew member that finally got Isaac to Deck 14 and the doors he, probably, should be visiting. He wasn’t a member of the Athena and stood out amongst the more colorful crew in his blacks. Still, it wasn’t altogether an unfamiliar situation and Isaac wasn’t discomforted, though he could do without the space nausea. His body would adjust, or so he’d been told.

He took his best guess towards protocol and pressed the chime to the doors.

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