Her muscles burn and her stomach twists with focused anger as she strains to ascend the ladder of the drop-car tunnel, where her working partner left her for dead tangled in the undercarriage of a maintenance train. The car having now shot out the bottom of the station's outer rim, only the stationary rails could now be seen a hundred meters below as the habitat spun for gravity inside its cavernous stationary outer shield.

Only a few more rungs to go...