She thinks for a moment, her brow creasing in concentration. 'If I look for it, I see it,' she admits, because now that she does look, the dust in the corners is beyond obvious.

'I guess... I have to prioritise. I'm good at that. This place is nothing at all like a starship. I had to learn a lot from scratch. So priorities are-' she starts ticking them off on her fingers, out of habit, 'earn enough to support myself, make profit, militia work, keep the house warm, haul enough water from the well to keep myself and my clothes looking presentable, lay pipes so that someday I won't have to do that... not in that order. But it's a lot. For one person to do everything alone. Building the kind of machines that deal with dust would be a big project and I wouldn't even know where to start with materials.'

Tayrey had gone from being a very privileged child to a member of a large and specialised starship crew. Living alone was never something she thought she'd have to do.