Mira found the missing washer in the dust beside her knee.
She put it on the bolt before anyone could step on it and make the repair take another ten minutes.
Above her, the service cabinet shook against the wall. Her supervisor held the cover open while an academy assistant kept a lamp trained on the cracked connection. Somewhere beyond the partition, instructors were trying to stop the broken threshold from tearing more of the passage apart.
None of that made the washer less necessary.
"Outer section?" the supervisor asked.
Mira pressed the test key. A click answered from the station behind them. She wrote the result on the board propped against the cabinet.
"Working to here."
"Inner?"
She changed the connection and tested again. The indicator flickered without giving a clean return.
"Not yet."
