Chapter 22. Zoe
To be accepted. She might have been a great Diver, but the girl lived and breathed machines.
"As you can clearly tell, yesterday was a stellar day for me," I said wryly.
"Ah, sarcasm," Zoe said dramatically, clutching her fist to her breast and gazing wistfully up at the ceiling. "Thy
Llname is Liana, and we have met before."
I snorted out a laugh, but the levity of the moment faded
quickly under the looming weight of my Medica
appointment. Zoe gave a long sigh and sashayed over in
the hip-based gait that all the Divers seemed to have, as if walking were just swimming vertically. She slid her arm over my shoulder, and I shivered. The arm was both
cold and wet; Zoe, like most Divers, preferred to simply dive into the access hatches in the pipes and swim to
whereve
