At the exact moment someone thinks of Jedao as a reliable representative or normal morality, elsewhere on the ship, Mikodez walks into one of the roving patches of inchoate anxiety, and is overcome by nameless, creeping horror.

Jedao pulls back a little to look Fives in the eyes, a bright smile lighting up his face.

"Fives, that's great." He may not know Selina personally, but he has seen how skittish she can be, how she skulks and lurks, how she holds people at arms' length with shrugs and sneers.