The Arboretum was one of the few places on the ship where Tessa felt at home. She was becoming used to the strangeness, adapting far more quickly than she had expected, especially when she had been shocked the first time she had seen a woman wearing trousers.

But it was still unsettling being surrounded by metal and stars with strange technology at her fingertips. That made the garden that much more reassuring, reminding her of a home. Sitting on the grass, a book resting in her lap, she tries to focus on the words, but her attention drifts from the page to watch the others who are enjoying the scenery.