Page 61 of Commander’s Mate

Zoe sat down.

Kyanna rose from the far table.

“I can translate Haloran regional identities.”

A silver-skinned woman I did not know came closer.

“I know Mavrin clan markings.”

Another person joined her.

Then another.

The conference room changed.

Not dramatically.

No music. No heroic speech.

People simply moved chairs.

Tivid opened a secure network.

Nora separated medical information.

Scarlet created a section for security concerns and people who did not want male escorts.

Zoe started recording mobility needs.

Kyanna began matching names to worlds the Farseek database actually recognized.

I entered the first record.

NAME: SELA TAREN

PREFERRED NAME: SELA

WORLD: MAVRIN

CONTACT FAMILY: YES

CONTACT GOVERNMENT: NO

MEDICAL: PRIVATE

DESTINATION: UNDECIDED

NOTES: NO UNREQUESTED TOUCH.

Sela—the woman who had refused breakfast—stood beside me.

“Is that correct?”

She read it slowly through the translator.

“Yes.”

“Anything else?”