Re: Later That Evening...
Sammy sat on the edge of Tech's bed, combing and rebraiding her hair. She'd slept, not long but surprising not bad. The movement of a second body roused her. She was unused to sharing a bed.
She was already armed and set. Tying off the end of her braid, she stood up and resettled the holster against her ribs and reached for the light jacket. "Let's go."
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