He's not expecting anyone to be there, and he's certainly not expecting her. The cans clatter to the floor as he takes an involuntary step back, haggard face pulled even tauter in a look of pained surprise.

He'd always assumed that she would have gotten off the station, would have made it down to the planet with the others. Even though she claimed to be the unlucky copy, in Rattmann's mind here fortunes were always good. It made running through the vents here a little more bearable, knowing that she was somewhere safe.

But maybe he's wrong. There are a dozen explanations for why she's here now, but his mind is screaming wrong wrong wrong as his mouth stutters out faint words.

"It's you."