TOIRIEN MACADAM RESTED her brow against the hatch to the Galathea’s outer shell. The cool metal soothed her hangover a little, but the effect was quickly lost when she lifted her head to resume her work releasing the bolts. She would’ve asked Dr. Sparks for a painkiller, but the fussy man would want to know why she needed it, and he would soon see through her lies. Alcohol and all other drugs were strictly forbidden. He would test her blood and report her. Though in their current predicament, Toirien wasn’t sure what difference that would make.
Right then, she had enough to contend with. She didn’t need to confirm the doctor’s prejudice against naturals and add his disapproval to her list of things she already held against herself. She tried releasing the door’s fixings with an electric s
