Pulling away, Anna brushed a lock of hair off her cheek. She blinked the tears out of her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “I…I didn’t…I’m not sure how to react.”
Jena replied with a smile. “No need to apologize,” she said. “But is there a place on this ship where I can get cleaned up? Because slime is definitely not the new black.”
“Come on,” Jack said. “There are some empty quarters on Deck Two.”
The hallways had pristine, white walls and floor tiles that had been polished to a shine by the maintenance bots. Tired people shuffled about, sometimes in small groups but often alone. By the look of them, they had all been worked to the bone. Jack had told her that she had been…resurrected – she wasn’t ever going to get used to that – in the middle of a conflict between Ragnos and Leyria.
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