Page 250 of Commander’s Mate

Not beside me.

Good.

Her place in the room did not depend on mine anymore.

Commander Voro transferred the latest mine schematics.

“Old,” he warned.

“How old?”

“Seven months.”

“That is old.”

“It is better than nothing.”

Harper raised one hand.

Everyone looked at her.

She seemed annoyed by this.

“Registry matches first?”

I nodded.

Tivid opened the family-link list.

Seventeen high-confidence matches.

Forty-two medium.

More partial.

Names appeared beside sectors.

Nera Tovan Reh.

Meya Maktu—probable.

My vision narrowed.

Harper did not look at me.

Also good.

This was command.

Not family.

“Recovery priority?” the ground captain asked.

Harper answered.

“No family preference.”

The captain frowned.