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“This is it,” Zoe said, turning to Stephen. She slowed and waited for him to catch up. “We didn’t get here in time to stow away on the flight, but maybe we can do some reconnaissance and figure out how to sneak onto the next one.”
He paused and leaned on his crutches. He stared at her, looking at her in a way she couldn’t interpret.
“What?” she asked, suddenly self-conscious. The look he was giving her was more curious than anything.
“You are unlike any woman I’ve ever met,” he finally said. “One second you’re grilling me on my state of happiness and life choices, and the next second you’ve moved on to figuring out how to stow away on a flight to space.”
“I’d be happy to continue grilling you, if that’s what you feel you need,” she said. “But frankly, what I think you need now is t
