“I DON’T BELIEVE THAT woman.” Carrie threw her wet toolbox into the shower room, where it landed with a crash.
Eyeing the bag, which was dripping seawater, Dave asked “Who?” before returning to arranging his Council Officer’s devices on the top of his locker.
“Belinda!”
“Belinda?” Dave stopped what he was doing and turned to face her. “Not...?”
“Yes, that Belinda,” Carrie said, her eyes ablaze. “Half-dandrobian Belinda who Gavin brought in to take over from me. The Belinda who wouldn’t let us get on board the paperclip with her to go the placktoid ship. The Belinda who refused to listen to the poor oootoon. THAT Belinda.” She sat down with a thump on Dave’s bunk.
“Don’t sit there, you’re all wet.”
Carrie had forgotten she was still in her wetsuit. “Ugh, sorry. I’ll have a shower.” Sh
