“Mi dispiace. Sorry. It’s my name for the OnUnAns. They look like snails. Lumache.”
Tarkos nodded. He’d seen pictures of typical OnUnAn colonies. “Only they don’t have shells.”
Danielle smiled. “Neither do the lumache, when they’re on your plate.”
Tarkos suppressed a smile at the inappropriate image of eating an OnUnAn. A Harmonizer was expected to always show a certain decorum, Bria liked to remind him. They walked farther down the hall, and opened the door to the next room. Damp salty air. “The Kirt’s room,” Tarkos observed.
“And the robot, the AI, also,” Danielle said. “They asked to be together.”
They finished the brief tour in a room on the other side of the ship, near the bridge. Tarkos was pleased to find a long human-sized bed in one corner, with white linens, and
