Galea acted as guide, the beacon of her white uniform neat and bright. Behind her trooped Sunset, Cook, and Rose, their manner universally subdued. Even so, once they reached the open rolling doors, they paused, impressed, to look up at the sleek silver-gray shape filling most of the big outbuilding. Oil and gasoline dominated the chemical odors exuded by the ship and its shelter; the sounds of voices and tools echoed. The old colonel turned and beelined across the plank floor, down the length of the ship.