Chapter 7: Space Tourists
The cabin was plain and serviceable, containing a bed, a table and two chairs and wasn’t as big or as luxurious as she expected from what she’d seen of the cruiser.
“I’m sorry.” She shoved the hood back and rubbed hands over her face. “I have no idea what came over me.”
“I believe the emotional reaction to recent events overwhelmed your self-control. Considering your circumstances, I’m impressed your restraint lasted this long.”
Kia searched his face for judgment but found only sympathy in his silver-gray eyes. “We’ll take turns,” she told him, looking at the single bed. “That’s fairer.”
“Not necessary. I shall sleep on the floor. It’s no trouble. You can order anything you want from the nutriunit,” he pointed at a small screen on the wall, “and rest while I
