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Gia
Someone gave her a medical tunic emblazoned with the clinic’s logo to replace her b****y suit jacket, and the surgical cap she found in a closet should be making her look a lot less like an escaped prisoner you should shoot at and more like a doctor you shouldn’t. She lays her stolen stun carbine on top of other supplies in a duffel bag and leaves the seam unsealed when she shoulders it so she can grab the g*n quick if she needs to.
Tevi doesn’t say a word to her, doesn’t look her way. But he doesn’t send her away, either, and Gia joins the rest in the trek to the passenger terminal.
Last time she was here it was all souvenir shops and tourist-trap restaurants. Now the storefronts are all shut tight and the wide promenade in front of them is teeming with cartel soldiers. The bay
