“No,” I said.

“I was mostly tired.”

We went inside and found a display about workers who had helped organize safety improvements after a ventilation problem decades earlier.

There was a black-and-white photograph of a younger me standing among other employees, my hair tied back, my chin lifted.

I had almost forgotten that version of myself.

I told Nina how we had petitioned management to repair faulty extraction fans.

I hadn’t been the loudest person in the room, but I kept records, gathered signatures, and made sure the inspectors knew the conditions.