42: Deva
Deva
“Thanks,” Deva said, taking the drink from Sadira.
They sat in the worker’s section of the canteen, at a table in the corner. The place was quiet, but Deva still didn’t like having her back to the room. Sadira had pulled that chair back for her, and Deva couldn’t argue. Not after the woman had helped her.
Sadira hadn’t spoken on the way up, had held up a hand every time Deva tried to ask a question. Only now did she open her mouth, as she took the seat opposite.
“Glad to help. Interested in why you were down there, though.”
“Just looking around.”
“Past tight security?”
“Not that tight.” Deva smiled. Sadira frowned. “I get…restless sometimes. Maybe I push things too far. But you know what it’s like, right? The way they look down on us. It’s good to prove them wrong e
