willie's pov the inside of her helmet is a grid of led gauges monitoring air reserve, body temperature, atmospheres, heart rate, blood pressure.
on willie she has stopped in her tracks. all around her is blackness. her helmet light hardly penetrates the darkness.
on willie she moves through the dense waving forest of giant tubers, parting them with her hands as she moves slowly.
on willie she moves to the end of the hall. it ends with two doors.
lights move in the blackness, but there is an order to the actions and a crispness to the voices. people doing work that is moving sharply. pride in what they're doing.
jones' legs his wet suit is now completely split open and we see the black scales spreading!