A row of palm-sized rocks gathered on expeditions lines the back of Joyce’s counter. She knows where each one came from, what its composition is, and who found it—most of them are from her own trips, though some were gifts from other scientists. A pickaxe and small drill lean against the wall by the door, ready to be grabbed at a moment’s notice when she wants to collect more samples. Despite frequent visits from automated caretakers, there always seems to be a bit of grit and sand on the lab floor. Larger rocks are piled in corners. Her housing units are almost exclusively populated by Floranta Doloros because she finds them calming to watch after a long day of work.