Story Time: Ye Who Enter Here

Isidora walked through the living space of the Marigold, mentally doing a final check.  Clothing, check.  Rations, check.  Engines functioning, check (at least according to the dials). She finally ended at the greenhouse bay, with it’s wide, lovely, functionally useless windows partly obscured with plant stalks and branches. Golden rice, growing well.  Limes, too.  And finally, the most important check.  No stowaways, either according to visual inspection or the ship’s sensors