Sanna stood in the room for a moment. She looked at the trunks. She looked at the door the woman had walked through.
Nobody came. She had half expected, after the initial refusal, that someone might appear, a junior member of staff, a compromise. Nobody came. There was no household here that she could see, no hierarchy of service she could navigate or appeal to. She was in a room on a ship city. There was a bathroom and Meeka's trunks. That was what she had.
She went to the bathroom.
The taps took her a moment to work out. Two above the basin, two more set into the wall above the deep tub in the corner. She stood in front of them and turned one carefully. Warm water came out. She turned the tub taps. Warm water there too. She stood and watched it fill. She had been sick on a ship for a
