"L3-37." It's apparently a name, spoken as Elthree steps forward to shake Natalie's hand. Her hand is made of durasteel, like the rest of her, full of rigid corners held together by wired joints.

"The station has three wings radiating from a central hub. The southeast wing holds facilities like the kitchen, mess, armory, and laboratory. Southwest wing is where we are now, living quarters, et cetera. The north wing is blocked off. If there's anywhere with a decent viewport, it must be there, because you couldn't see a bantha's arse out of the rest of the windows if one was standing two meters away on the other side."