CHAPTER FOUR
“Chummy, please tell me you and Pi didn’t drink all the Muza cream,” Raia called over her shoulder with a low groan.
She held a hand to her churning stomach and peered inside the cold unit, muttering a sigh of relief when she saw the familiar glass bottle. Reaching past the array of packaged foods she purchased from the Spaceport a few days earlier, she pulled out the half-full container.
“What is the matter?” Behr asked.
She straightened and looked at him. He took a step toward her when she swayed but stopped when she held up her hand. She shook her head and gave him a weak smile.
“I’ll be okay. I thought I was going to make it through the transporter jump with no side effects this time, but apparently I was wrong,” she muttered.
Behr tried not to grin at her miserable,
