The echoes of the argument between Nico and Ian still linger, creating an invisible rift that splits through the heart of the ship, dividing the crew. You're aimlessly wandering, conducting system checks, trying to absorb the tense, electrified atmosphere within the ship's cold, metallic confines. Each corridor feels heavier than the last, the gravity of the situation pressing down on your shoulders as you traverse the spiraling network of passageways.

William, as if sensing the tension, materializes in front of you. His holographic form flickers slightly, a comforting constant amidst the chaos. His eyes, sharp and understanding, take in your expression, registering the uneasiness that you try hard to mask.

"Everything alright?" William enquires, his voice a soft ripple breaking through the oppressive silence. His tone is laced with concern, the AI's programming adapting to the current environment, reflecting an almost human-like understanding of the turmoil aboard the ship, yet a flicker of something passes through his eyes, something human.