There is always sound in the Citadel, not that Cheedo had known that when they were still trapped in the Vault. There are sounds of hammering, hissing water in the hydroponic gardens, and the singing, screaming, laughing voices of humans.

Cheedo will take the cacophony outside the Vault any day of the week; better that than the violent whispers and echoes of broken women still ringing inside. How lucky she was, she knew now, to have avoided that fate.