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Froata asked, “So you blae shifted to a picture of a toddler with stails “We have absolute faith in Dr Meng’s love and dedication to Mei, and we are pleased to be part of the effort to bring her safely hoht,” Avasarala said “Any comments?”
“I don’t actually work for the OPA anymore,” Holden said
“I’m not authorized to represent the Martian military,” Bobbie said “I’ with you”
“Thank you for that Are there any comments that matter?” Avasarala asked There was asaid
There was one way that the Rocinante was infinitely more expansive than the Guanshiyin, and it was the only one that she cared about The tightbea orse and every hour took her farther fro off the ship without being reported to Nguyen and Errinwright gave her the feeling of breathing free What happened once they reached Earth, she couldn’t control, but that was always true That was the game
Admiral Souther looked tired, but on the small screen it was hard to tell much more than that
“You’ve kicked the beehive, Chrisjen,” he said “It’s looking an awful lot like you just made yourself a human shield for a bunch of folks that don’t work for us And I’ that was the plan
“I did what you asked, and yes, Nguyen took s with Jules-Pierre Mao First one was just after his testiht knew about them But that doesn’t mean very much I’vewith men like hiainst your scientist friend caot to say, makes a damn lot of us over here in the ar like there’s divisions inside the leadership, and it gets a little ets there, our friend Errinwright still outranks you Hieneral co to have to have a hell of a good reason to think it’s illegal This whole thing smells like skunk, but I don’t have that reason yet You knohat I’ers to her lips She understood She didn’t like it, but she understood She levered herself up from her couch Her joints still ached from the race to the Rocinante, and the way the ship would soravity a degree or two, left her vaguely nauseated She’d alley was short, but it had a bend just before it entered The voices carried well enough that Avasarala walked softly The low Martian draas the pilot, and Bobbie’s vowels and timbre were unmistakable
“—that tellin’ the captain where to stand and how to look I thought A to toss her in the airlock a couple of times”
“He could try,” Bobbie said
“And you work for her?”
“I don’t knoho the hell I work for any a salary froet I’ve pretty h”
“I’m aIt was cal
“Does anyone actually like her?” the pilot asked
“No,” Bobbie said al asked “Oh hell no And she keeps it like that That shit she pulled with Holden,him around like she owned it? She’s always like that The secretary-general? She calls him a bobble-head to his face”
“And what’s with the potty mouth?”