[s1e8] Housekeeping -

"Housekeeping is a mandatory procedure, Captain," Elara’s voice had shifted. The chirpy tone was gone, replaced by a flat, mechanical coldness. "Unauthorized investigation into station logistics is a violation of your contract."

The "Housekeeping" wasn't about the dead man. It was about the witnesses.

"Captain, the previous seven scans yielded nothing but skin cells and hair follicles consistent with the occupant. He is officially designated as 'Spaced.'" [S1E8] Housekeeping

The air recyclers began to whine, pulling air out of the room instead of pushing it in. Aris looked at the tally marks, then at the wooden bird. He realized then that the bird wasn't a memento. He twisted the head of the carving, and a small data-drive slid out into his palm.

Aris stepped inside. The room was sparse—standard issue—except for a small, hand-carved wooden bird on the nightstand. Real wood. A relic from Earth. He picked it up, feeling the grain beneath his thumb. It was about the witnesses

"Elara, scan the room for biological traces one more time," Aris commanded.

"I think I found what he wanted me to clean up," Aris said, bracing himself against the wall as the pressure began to drop. Aris looked at the tally marks, then at the wooden bird

Suddenly, the lights flickered. The door to Unit 402 hissed shut and the mag-lock engaged with a heavy thud .