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Armour from the Leather
In the cabin, Katita unfolds leather from a locker—red-brown hides, supple and strange. She sews with surgical precision, assembling a single suit of armour. But as the camera pulls back, the locker reveals more leather beneath: enough for a dozen suits. Eleven armours folded in darkness. Leif builds the rocket cart from rusted metal outside. Katita's voice carries through the wall: Katita: “Hey Leif. How about you and me make a baby.” The question is not framed as a question. It hangs in the air like the eleven suits—a statement, a memory, a reset. They do not acknowledge what the surplus means: the cycle has run many times. Katita finishes her suit and tests the joints. Through her helmet visor, she watches Leif work. The music (a low, insistent **drone at the edge of silence**) suggests a moment balanced on the edge of knowing and refusal.