Araeana rested soundly. Over the past three years, the Quantum Canary had become her home. She knew this little ship like the tips of her head-tails. After all, she had spent countless hours on repairing and modifying the old ship. She had acquired it in a very lucky game of pazaak while on a job in the outer rim.
Araeana woke after just over 45 minutes, and, still seeing no sign of any other ships on sensors, decided to take a walk around the ship.