"I can make an air bubble for you? Though I guess the ship wouldn't here it still. Maybe I can do it in low Samarian orbit which means very high up but not in space."

"That will probably work fine."

Low earth orbit! So many sensors pointed at her, as well as a doohickey for her to call down the lightning strike on.

She does need some supplemental air to sing with but she can pull together a serviceable rendition of the prayer. Jovah zaps the doohickey.

And they sync the sensors with the ones inside of Jovah and the doohickey gets good readings and...

"I think I've figured out the theory! Which means all we gotta do is build our own, shouldn't be hard!"

"I wish you luck with that."

"Yup!"

The amaliens science vessels start leaving the next day.

Samaria isn't in need of any special attention beyond what they've paid it so far. They'll leave an away team to continue helping with the uplift, but the planet is already well defended relative to its size. The Amaliens have other places to find, uplift, and defend.

Isabella asked Jovah and it confirmed that she's going to be the next Archangel. There's so much stuff in space... and it is not remotely her comparative advantage. She stays home and coordinates the uplift.