Why crackers? Alex clicked.
That wasn’t TrysKa’s usual fare. Before she could put her hand in her pocket to answer, though, Mohan pushed Alex aside. He knelt next to TrysKa.
“Let me,” he breathed, taking the wet cloth from her hand and wiping the crumbs everywhere, making the mess worse.
“Thank you.” TrysKa sat back and smiled sweetly. “Wait, I think I remember you. Mohan?”
“That’s right,” he practically beamed. “I’ve also trained to become a pilot like you. Well, not exactly like you.” He paused in his swirling of cracker crumbs around the floor.
“Not exactly like me?” Was TrysKa seriously blushing?
“I never could connect with a ship the way you do,” Mohan said, leaning in.
“And she needs to connect to it now,” Knox called from the cockpit. “We have a mission, remember?”
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