The Red Tail sat in the shipbay. Jet had always thought it seemed out of place, but now, it was like it had never had another home. He shot a glance at the Swordfish, then looked away. He shook his head.
Faye sat by an open panel in her small ship, tinkering. She hadn't spoken since she started, and Jet hadn't tried to make her. There wasn't much to say, after all. But still he watched.
Satisfied, she stopped and stood up. She looked back at him, then went to pick up a storage crate. He turned and walked out.