Seeing that V was struggling both physically - being sick - and emotionally - being so close to the anniversary of Bon's death - Sandy gives her a charter off and sends her to recuperate at a hotel, knowing that V would never ask for the time off herself. It's a kind gesture that is spurred, in part, by Nathan, who notices that V is not getting better and alerts the captain.
For me, it is a presence. A nudge. A gentle hand slowly turning my chin towards the windows, where their white trunks reach skywards and their golden leaves glow in the three-sun dawn. I find myself pressing my fingers to the tempered glass when I'm supposed to be conducting experiments or tidying up the mess hall. My feet work their way into the airlock without conscious reason.
