Ignoring the sudden look of concern on Arbeit's face, Robinson shrugged. Evil, be thou my good. Cherensa saluted, which salute Fosa returned. Maybe there was a sale to be made after all.
A captain had access to everything in his or her ship's computer files, ordinarily. Ramirez dropped his own and walked back to his post by the crate. Maybe they just think we won't look so close. We are, each of us, descended from people who decided, generation upon generation, that their genepool came first.
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