Libra was like a bright, shining city. Cameron loved it instantly, everything being all silver and clean and just so delightfully organized. It was such a relief from Cancer's haphazard layouts. He could have been happy wandering Libra's halls forever, appreciating the accurate signs that pointed in exactly the right directions and enjoying the well-designed floor plans.
He didn't draw anymore attention here than he had on the other space station, despite feeling like everyone was staring at him. His long sleeves and gloves covered his cybernetic arm well enough, but the mechanical parts covering half his face were hard to hide, and he stared at the floor while he walked.
Cameron had no destination in mind. He was enjoying the simple act of exploring all Libra had to offer when an alarm sounded. Suddenly everyone was running around him, making haste for—what? No words spoke over the alarm. It was a blaring warning, but for what hazard? Cameron hesitated, standing in the middle of the corridor while the crowd rushed past him.
