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To Raina, nothing she saw out there made much sense: it was a large hangar of some sort,
the size of which she was unsure but was convinced she could easily lose herself in it for hours. Inside
was an enclosed space with a curved ceiling, festooned with a forest of girders, cranes, struts, supports,
and a plethora of machinery she didn't recognize. Clearly, however, the circular door at the opposite end
of the hangar, the airtight scaffolding that cut through the area, and the conspicuously empty dry dock in
the center indeed gave it away as a refuge for starships.

The current burning question that added itself to the inquiry pile in Raina's mind was what
kind of starships those were meant to be, Navy or otherwise, and how long it would be until she reached
them. A strange blend of perplexion and awe struggled for dominance on her face as she pressed it
against the viewport.