The narrow, metal corridor seemed to press in on Miri. Every step she took produced a soft ping when her boots touched the floor. The air was stuffy and much too dry for her taste, and those harsh lights made her eyes smart.
She approached a ladder at the end of the hallway, planting her fists on her hips. Wrapped in her old, brown duster, she felt somewhat out of place inside this technological marvel. Granted, everyone told her that this ship was a piece of garbage that could barely hold itself together, but for most of her life, a horse was the most efficient means of travel available to her. To Miri, anything that could fly among the stars was a wonder. Even if it was likely to kill her. “How’s it going up there, Zayne?”
The engineer’s head poked through a circular hole in the ceilin
