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The minute they were back inside the large, empty waiting area, Scout went straight to the window to look out at the landing platform. Liam’s ship was still there, still reflecting light in bright bursts all down its length. She hugged the tote containing her belongings—such as they were, only the slingshot and dog whistle being truly hers—closer to her chest as she gazed out at the platform. Another ship had landed, discharging streams of people to all the gateways. A trio of the round, rover-like ships was landing in a tight formation closer to Liam’s ship, touching down almost delicately.
“Your food is ready,” Seeta said, and Scout turned to see her lifting an insulating dome off the top of a place setting. Steam curled up from the bowl in a wispy twist so delicately perfect it look
