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“Thank you,” Bull said

“Here to see the prisoners?”

“Sure,” Bull said He hadn’t o anywhere in particular, but since he could, he could The lockdoas smaller, but other than one of his security staff at the door, there weren’t any signs that the patients here were different Prisoners was a strong word None of theh-value civilians fro Martian wounded Anyone whoht be particularly useful, now or later All of the dozen beds were full

“How’s it feeling?” Saht a little,” Bull said

“Yeah, I was thinking maybe—”

The new voice came from the farthest bed, weak and confused but unmistakable:

“Sam?”

Sam’s attention snapped to the back, and she took a couple tentative steps toward the woman who had spoken

“Naomi? Oh holy crap, sweetie What happened to you?”

“Got in a fight,” the XO of the Rocinante said through bruised and broken lips “Whipped her ass”

“You know Nagata?” Bull asked

“Fro her hand “We were roo a fight”

“Where,” Naomi said “Where’shis ht?”

“I’ve felt better,” a balding, slightly pudgy man with skin the color of toast said He had the drawl of Mariner Valley on Mars or West Texas on Earth It was hard to tell the difference

“Alex,” Naomi said “Where’s Amos?”

“Next bed over,” Alex said “He’s been sleepin’ a lot What happened, anyway? We get arrested?”

“There was an accident,” Bull said “A lot of people got hurt”

“But we ain’t arrested,” Alex said

“No”