Thomas hailed Ann on the radio as soon as they stabilized in normal space. “Are we sane?” he asked.
“I am,” she told him curtly. “How’s your passenger, Ranar?” 292 more words
As a pilot, Ann disliked flying cargo. But it was the regulation way to cope with reality skimming if you weren’t actually flying.
She came around in the sick bay of Second Contact Station still feeling grumpy over discovering Second Contact’s chief medic was the same one who’d treated her ex-partner. 469 more words