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Rona took Scout around the entire ship, showing her the large cafeteria where the crew ate, the lounge at the prow where they could have drinks or snacks and look out at the stars, even her own snug little living quarters.
And it was all lovely, so much more pleasant than the bare metal the Months favored or the rickety construction their black-market hangers-on preferred.
And the people were all friendly, greeting Rona and giving Scout a smile and a nod. She absolutely didn’t fit in here, with her multicolored clothing and fading orange hair, and yet no one stared at her or even did a double take.
At least, none of the grown-ups did. And most of the people they encountered were grown-ups. But from time to time they passed a youngster, more often a girl than a boy, and never younger
