7: Keelin
Keelin
“Stupid!” Keelin ground her teeth as she ran through the Proteus’ systems.
“What?”
She spun. Deva sat in Piran’s seat, leaning in, her brow furrowed.
“You were muttering,” Deva said. “Called something stupid. Or someone. Sorry. Shouldn’t’ve been listening.”
No. She should’ve been working on that list of problems. It wasn’t like they had time to sit around, was it?
But Deva had been working, checking internals for salvage to fix the hull. Keelin had followed her, through the sensors. She’d only come back into the bridge to check with Keelin, hadn’t she?
Keelin bit on her lower lip. “Self-directed,” she said. “Still thinking of that stunt I pulled.”
“Diving into the water?” Deva grinned. “Ballsy move, but it worked. We’re still alive, right?”
“At the moment.”
“Don
