Chapter 20
Seetha walked from her cabin door on the shuttle Dirgelef to the far wall. Twenty-three steps. She turned and walked from the bunk to the plas-glass wall. Nineteen. Larger than she’d expected, but still not a whole lot of room for a diplomatic shuttle. Even for someone used to living pods on a grow station.
The floor, walls, and ceiling were all smooth and flat white. The bedding, the surpassingly long table and several chairs, and the comm and entertainment units set into table and walls were white. The only color came through that floor to ceiling wall of glass. The water beyond, reaching almost to the top of the room, was faintly blue, and the limbs sweeping from one side to the other were deep orange.
The idea of an adjoining cabin for Les sounded sensible two weeks ago w
