If they knew where she was going, say at the same time she knew, then they'd have to have contact with someone here to start setting up. There was only so fast a ship could travel to get long distances in the galaxy. The wormhole tunnels cut travel length down, but it would still take time to get this far out, get a bomb set up, and then turn around and get back to the inner core systems.
It's a lot of space to cover.
And a lot to think about. Still, she couldn't get past the feeling that it all tied together. The bombs and the crime lords.
“Deliriousness always tied things together,” she muttered to herself. “And lack of sleep makes one delirious.”
She knew that.
And she should go take a nap.
But she wasn't doing it. She could barely sleep. She was too tense and too scared.
She expected another something to blow up. Whether it was the building, her apartment, or even her drink. Anything could be rigged to go off.
And she wanted to smack herself for this crazed thinking.
She was made of stronger stuff than this.
It was the lack of sleep.
It had to be.
She needed to get out of her apartment for a while.
Staring at the windows where the landing pad was didn't help.
Adryel put on her shoes and headed for the door. To get out.
Where she was going to wander, she wasn't sure, but she needed to get out of the apartment. Maybe there was a common room she could sit in for a different location.
One that didn't have windows facing the landing pad.
She opened the apartment door, and for a moment, expected to see someone standing outside guarding her door, but there wasn't. If anything, the hallway looked fairly empty.
More of the simple, minimalist design out in the hallway as well. She started walking around, looking at the different doors. Hers had a five-digit number on the front, near the door, and she made herself memorize it so she would be able to find it again.
As she wandered around, she wondered how many more Galactic Alliance females were there. How far were they from Janae and Khalzin? He’d said they were close, but wasn’t very specific.
She also wondered about his friend, Stron. The big grumpy guy she'd met before. Was he around?
The hallway was quiet. Of course, it had gotten dark, and it was local night. Did they have a popular nightlife here? Was it more about the daylight?
“Surely there some kind of nightlife here,” she whispered to herself as some vague thoughts came to mind about different elements of life here.
“There are many nighttime activities,” came a male Kantenan voice. One of the few she instantly recognized.
She spun around. “Oh, it's you.” She put her hand on her hip.
Stron's gaze ran over her. He wasn't dressed in his formal clothing from before, instead, he wore simple galactic casual fashion--tunic and matching pants. It was a cross between exercise clothing and pajamas.
Honestly, it looked comfortable, and she didn't blame him for wanting to be more relaxed after the day's events.
“Shall I leave you, then?”
“No,” she replied, probably a bit too quickly, but what good was it to argue the point now? “I'm bored. You could show me around.”
“You should be back in your apartment, where it is safe for you.”
