“Oh.” Her lips pursed to form a perfect circle. “And the other one? Is that the same?”
He smiled, moving her hand down and trapping it against his chest, over his heart.
“No, that one’s real. One hundred percent human.” The eye was anyway, but the optic nerve wasn’t, replaced before he’d been woken with synth bundles to link directly to his onboard. But she didn’t need to know that.
“Sweetheart,” he broke in regretfully as she opened her mouth to speak again. “I’ll tell you anything you want to know later. But right now, we have a situation…” He nodded out onto the bridge and the man trapped in the helm chair. “And a crooked fleeter to deal with.”
Her face hardened as she followed the line of his gaze. Pulling away from him, she stalked out of the room, over the glass he’d shattered to
