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| − | It was rare for Nika to suffer insomnia. It wasn't because she wasn't tired -- she was. And more than physically tired, she was emotionally drained. The strain of worry, the stress of uncertainty, they're taking their toll now that the ''Gift | + | It was rare for Nika to suffer insomnia. It wasn't because she wasn't tired -- she was. And more than physically tired, she was emotionally drained. The strain of worry, the stress of uncertainty, they're taking their toll now that the ''Gift' was docked with the ''Decatur''. She didn't even know what time it was, just that it was late. Or early, depending on how you looked at it. |
Dinner was a nice enough affair -- food was good, the officers were friendly enough types. Most of them. Nika'd gotten the chance to catch up some with the women of her old crew, filling them in on the runs we'd made, the new business that Christian was running, that we even had a second ship out there under our banner now. She left out the dicier bits; no one needed to hear that right now. Connelly'd been conspicuous in his absence, to Nika's mind. | Dinner was a nice enough affair -- food was good, the officers were friendly enough types. Most of them. Nika'd gotten the chance to catch up some with the women of her old crew, filling them in on the runs we'd made, the new business that Christian was running, that we even had a second ship out there under our banner now. She left out the dicier bits; no one needed to hear that right now. Connelly'd been conspicuous in his absence, to Nika's mind. | ||
