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Inside the cockpit of a pressurized Mars rover, Rosemary Coogan sits focused at the command console. Her suit is unzipped at the collar, revealing a grey base layer and utility harness. Her hair is in a tight braid, tucked neatly over one shoulder. On her upper sleeve, a crisp British flag patch is clearly visible. Her expression is one of total concentration — blue eyes flicking between terrain scans and power readouts on the central console. The rover interior is compact and functional: brushed steel, layered insulation, and dust-scratched windowpanes through which the rugged red landscape passes. Faint reflections shimmer off the cabin’s dim control lights, and Rosemary’s face is calmly illuminated by a soft, golden ambient glow. This is expert navigation, set far from Earth — all control, no panic.