Peake found himself struggling into a pressure suit, his helmet latched shut, even before Teague managed to move toward the dial that would cut off the sound. Moira, even as she clamped her helmet, looked reflexively toward the bin where her cello was stored. In the moment before the helmet cut off sound, and before she got the sound in the suit hooked on, Fontana heard Teague slam the control that closed bulkheads all over the ship, confining airloss to the module which had actually suffered injury. But only after Teague had closed off the deafening clamor, and all helmets were latched shut, the sound system opening their voices once again to each other, did anyone speak to put into words what had happened. “A meteor,” Moira said, in shock. “We're struck, we're holed! But how could that be? We were so carefully programmed to be outside the asteroid belt — ” “We are,” Ravi said, “but we wouldn't have to be anywhere near the asteroid belt.
