The six astronauts gather and float together in front of a Russian film about two cosmonauts whose bodies are possessed by aliens during re-entry to Earth. As they watch, they pass around a packet of mints, sharing a small, ordinary ritual in the station’s strange conditions.

As the film continues, they gradually drift into sleep, suspended with arms raised in front of them and heads bobbing gently in weightlessness. Their sleeping faces register distinct traces of their personalities: Pietro faintly smiling, Nell still puckered with the mint’s taste, Roman settled into a purposeful calm, Shaun splayed wider and thrown back, and Chie poised even in rest.

Anton sleeps with an oddly pleased expression, as if he has just given his children something they wanted; his hand floats half-clenched and a muscle at his thumb twitches. The film crescendos into thumping violence and searing music, but the station’s constant noise has trained them well—none of them wakes.