Guard duty, heigh-ho.

Joe Davies makes his way into the Security office and heads for the time clock, glancing at the cell that holds the office's longest-running prisoner.

It's another day in Weatherall Station's security wing, and Joe Davies is on guard duty. Again.

At least it's better than it used to be. There's company, of sorts.

"Hey, Yasha," he says over his shoulder, as he places his palm on the reader to clock in.