The corridor outside the training wing was still dripping.
Not from any pipe. Just the residual water that had followed Noah through the void blink, clinging to his boots and leaving a trail across the floor that Kelvin kept looking at with the expression of a man doing damage calculations in his head.
"Four feet," Kelvin said, not for the first time. "Four feet of composite layering. I argued with three engineers about that. Three. They told me I was overbuilding." He looked at Noah. "I was not overbuilding."
"You weren't," Noah agreed.
"The outer hull is going to need full resurfacing on the left side. The pressure seal alone is a three day job minimum. The composite panels have to be ordered, they are not standard stock, I had them manufactured specifically, which means lead time, which means—"
"Kelvin."
"What."
