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Somewhere deep in the structure of the Cerisier, one of the navigators started a ree The couch moved under her, and she tried not to notice it She preferred the tiravity well to the little reminders that she was the puppet of acceleration and inertia

Her hand tere To anyone who didn’t look carefully, it would seem like just another advertisenore with a video presentation attached that would seem like corrupted data to anyone who didn’t have the decryption key She sat up, swinging her legs over the edge of the couch, and leaned close to the hand terlasses dark enough to be opaque His hair was cropped close to his skull, but she could see from the way it moved that he was under heavy burn The sounde is delivered and ready for testing I’d appreciate the balance transfer as soon as you’ve confir due, and I’round hissed, and a distant voice started laughing A woman The file ended

She replayed it four ers felt like little electric currents were running through them She’d need to confirerous step The Rocinante had been cutting-edge military hardhen it had fallen into Holden’s hands There could also have been any nues made to the security systems in the years since She set up a sih a disposable coht take days for the Rocinante’s acknowledg that the back door was installed and functioning, that the ship was hers But if it did…

It was the last piece Everything in place A sense of al washed over her The thin rooht LEDs had never seen She levered herself up out of the couch She wanted to celebrate, though of course there was no one she could tell Talk to h

The halls of the Cerisier were so narrow that it was i the opposite ithout turning sideways TheThe nearest thing to an open area was the fitness center off the medical bay The treadh rooht in the joints and belts Safety regulations ood place to be around people

Of her tearavity, he would probably have been neck deep in a tank of resistance gel With the full-g burn, he was on a regular treade hair pulled back in a frizzed ponytail It was strange watching hier by his hair, and the thinness of his body ram than an actual man

He nodded to her as she ca to the front of his azes of other crewmen on her, but on the Cerisier she didn’t feel as exposed Or ood news that carried her “Do you have a minute?”

“Chief,” he said instead of yes, but he thumbed down the treadmill to a cool-doalk “Que sa?”

“I heard so about me,” she said Ren’s expression closed down “I just wanted…”

She frowned, looked down, and then gave in to the iht,” she said “I’ot it because of so”

He blinked rapidly He shot a glance around her, checking to see if anyone had overheard theht it eet that he did