I wanted the specific terror of being the expert who made the mistake — not a novice's forgivable error but the professional's catastrophic slip. She's alone in this workshop because no one else can help and no one else wants to watch. The Māori-Slovenian fusion gave me that combination of Pacific wayfinding heritage and Alpine precision engineering — two cultures that understand navigation as survival. The sweater pushed up, the oil on her hands, the way she braces against the ship's list — this is competence under pressure, not performance. The soft satisfaction on her face is the moment she finally found the broken tooth in the gear train. Now she just has to fix it before they drift too far. —Nyx