The Lab
Megaira and Bella were at the Lab, with the enormous gantry outside that was the drydock for the Pandora in full swing as she worked on things inside, puttering in the kitchen. Bella loved the cupcakes and cookies Auntie Megs produced in prodigious quantities for her, and it gave Meg something to do while she constructed the Pandora. Honestly, the exterior hull was about done, aside from little things like the defensive mounts and such, she still had a considerable amount of work to do on the interior. She'd put herself through some extremely rigorous education early on in the time between then and now, and she was probably frighteningly far ahead of the terrestrial space programs of any major country on earth now. She wasn't building interplanetary ships, she was building an interstellar ark. One for humankind, to keep them alive in case someone, like those aliens who had come knocking, decided to wipe out mankind. Ozzy, Matt, and Uncle Ethan were pretty much the only ones who knew that so far, but she'd also talked a little to Oswald senior, and she knew she needed to begin the selection process for those who would go on the Pandora. Like Pandora's box, this ship would hold hope for a future for humanity even if something happened to Earth.