Kaira clung to the metal bar, closing her eyes and trying to focus on forcing her stomach to settle.
“Are you okay?” asked Tarkus, his voice concerned. “I’m sorry. We had to move quickly to get a place.”
She opened her eyes again.
“I… I think… I’m not sure. I feel a bit sick.”
“Get her off the transit,” muttered a tall, muscled man dressed in dirty overalls who was pressed against Tarkus. “If she feels sick now, she’s guaranteed to throw up when we hit the drop. I’m sure as hell not gonna be stuck in here with her when that happens.”
“The drop?” asked Kaira, feeling her stomach lurch just at the name.
“I’m sure she’ll be fine,” said Tarkus. “We need to travel on this transit.”
“No,” said the man firmly. “You need to get her out of here right now. My friends will agree. Don’
