13 Andrea
Mossara groaned, a sound remarkably like that of a disgruntled human teenager.
“I don’t want to go back,” she said. “I’m going crazy with boredom.”
“I understand,” I said, as sincerely as I could. “I’m trying to find something else you can do. Do you have any ideas for a job?”
“Who would hire me? Not my own people, and not the Daqtarians,” she said.
She was right, unfortunately. “But there are other species here too,” I said.
She rolled her eyes and her whiskers twitched in irritation. “Are you seriously suggesting I work at some shop run by Ibidites?”
“It’s an awful situation, Mossara, but there’s nothing anyone can do about it. I can’t, and you’ve tried. The only thing you can do is change your actions. Instead of sitting around at home all day you can at least get yours
