Azazel and Gadrel were asking about Ramuell’s day when Alicia walked over and took a seat between Azazel and Ramuell. To say the least, Azazel was impressed with the young paleontologist’s poise and confidence.
After about an hour the conversation around the table began to die down. Ramuell eyes were at half-mast when Alicia said, “You look like you’re about to drop.”
“Yeah, you’re right. The food helped, but I’m foot-draggin’ tired. If you’ll excuse me, I have to get washed up and hit the sleeping bag.” He noticed the furtive glances around the table.
“Perhaps you’d like to join us sleeping under the stars,” Azazel suggested. “We don’t have night skies like this back home.”
“Now that’s an understatement! When I was aboard the orbiter I spent hours looking at the moon and the trillions
