“Wouldn’t mind flyin’ on an XM-319,” Mattie said. “We could carry a lot of salvage in one of those holds.”
“Something like that,” Dodger agreed with the older girl. “So. Everyone pack up what you don’t care to leave behind. We’re docking at the station in four hours.” And that was that.
Mattie and Ollie had been sharing a room for a couple years. The walls of their berth were plain white fiberglass with grey banded reinforcements. There was a single light panel overhead, which flickered until you hit your fist against the wall above the switch. A slab bed wide enough for two small people stuck out from the wall.
“I’m thinkin’ we should take blankets,” Mattie said. “We don’t know what kinda berth we’ll be gettin’.”
Ollie sat on the bed and sighed. Her pile of possessions was much smalle
