The station screens are fixed now, but the crew has grown quite fond of sending pictures as codes.
Rocket passes Raven a folded note covered in digits. "Decode this," he says. "No peeking at my drawing."
Raven shades square after square. Slowly, a lopsided rocket ship appears on her graph paper.
"It looks like you," she says, laughing.
Nova hovers above the two grids and compares them. "Almost identical," she says. "Your encoding worked."
Rocket is already drawing the next one.