I'm not certain that my world has quite the same sort of stars as most people's. At least, if this world has the same as mine, the sun's a great deal more forgiving than mine.

[She sighs. Honestly, down here in the crevasse still feels a good deal safer than any of the portions of the station with visible sky. Not that Sonja usually prioritizes a feeling of safety, but there's still something reassuring about being in the depths, away from direct sunlight.]

We call them the Celestial Judgments for a reason. As I understand it most of them have a real mania for rules and regulations.