The ship was creepy in the dark.
Fortunately for Alecha, she had too many things on her mind to notice as she meandered down the empty corridors. This section of the ship was still without power, which was generally fine for her needs. She simply needed somewhere to walk and think until she reached her destination.
She hadn’t slept entirely well. Exhausted though she was from overuse of her gifts, her concerns about waking the rest of the sleepers kept any restful slumber at bay. Data pulled both from her cryopod and Kaler’s was of essentially no use. That was not to say the data was a problem—no, everything was perfectly in order. That was the problem.