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Rosalind paused briefly in the corridor as she waited for Kiersten’s response. She tipped her head to the side and considered the meaning of Kiersten being honest about her first name and conveniently leaving off her last. Continuing down the corridor to her quarters, she ignored the curious stare of the tall man. It occurred to her they all should have made introductions, but finding a way to retrieve Derek from F-4 was more pressing.
Once she was behind the door to her quarters, she sank down onto the bed that was connected to the wall. If the occupant required more room, the bed would lift, the legs lying flush with the underside of the bed frame, and it was a space large enough to practice sparring with an imaginary opponent. For now, she lay on her bed, one hand behind her head,
