2.
It's hard working alongside her these days. The silence dominates, interrupted intermittently by the tapping of control panel keys or the background noises of the plant systems switching from one stage to the next. The conversation is sparse.
"Elizabeth?"
"Yes, Mister Blaine?"
Her attempts at formality are uncharacteristic and disturbing. I'm longing to ask what happened in Inepril, but that's impossible. Even if I found the courage, our Union head has forbidden the entire Kantacle crew from discussing the "incident."
"Nothing." My gaze drops back to the console. I am such a coward.
But the truth will be known, someday.
It's hard working alongside her these days. The silence dominates, interrupted intermittently by the tapping of control panel keys or the background noises of the plant systems switching from one stage to the next. The conversation is sparse.
"Elizabeth?"
"Yes, Mister Blaine?"
Her attempts at formality are uncharacteristic and disturbing. I'm longing to ask what happened in Inepril, but that's impossible. Even if I found the courage, our Union head has forbidden the entire Kantacle crew from discussing the "incident."
"Nothing." My gaze drops back to the console. I am such a coward.
But the truth will be known, someday.