You look back inside to the freshly-mounted and already-spinning generator, glancing over all the fasteners one more time. You’d already secured the larger cables in place, providing main power for the wings. They’d be disconnected from the rotors for years, until your filly-to-be can learn how her body works, and not hurt anything or herself. It’s still easier to get them in-place now, rather than when that time comes. You don’t know how she’ll take to being partially dismantled after all.