42: Ryann
Ryann
Ryann lay in her bunk, covers up to her neck. When the light from the corridor spilt over her, she turned to the open door.
“Sorry,” Keelin said, closing the door behind her. “Did I wake you?”
“I’m only resting. Put the light on if you want.”
“I’m fine without.”
Of course she was. Even before, she’d had fully-functioning lenses. Now, as a NeoGen, she’d use her other senses just as effectively. Even in total darkness, she’d find her way around and read her surroundings.
She was also quiet. Ryann had to concentrate to follow her actions—grabbing a drink, taking off her boots and jacket, sitting at the table.
“Was the mission a success?” Ryann asked.
“Mission?”
Ryann sighed. “You were gone for most of the day. I assumed you were doing a job for…for the Collective
