“Now lower the crane,” Marty tells Shereef, who is operating the landing bay’s crane. “Aaand... release.”
The three tubes calmly settle into the landing bay before dramatically unsealing.
“Everyone good,” asks a lightly ruffled Avi.
“I’m always good,” responds Aquila.
Mayor Nynke says nothing, being far too busy attempting to hold her breath until she’s sure she’s good.