Haavens looked up again, surprise on his face. “Unusual occupation for a Khizaran.”
“Yes.”
“Any good at it?” Her name was somehow familiar. Maybe, he thought. Must be. He locked his stare with hers, “Or should I check with the Carratians?”
Linsora bristled. “Yes, I am good at it. Even the Carratians would admit that much.”
“Probably so. I have no special fondness for Khizarans, but I don’t like Carratia and I do need an archaeologist. You're in,” he said. “Ship operates on a Terran schedule, 24 hours. Right now it’s late afternoon. One day to adjust. Report to your duty station day after tomorrow.” He motioned toward a throng of other new crew members standing behind him. “Wait over there. I'll assign your quarters when I'm done here.” Then I'll probably have to cook you all breakfast and scrub the latrines myself too, he thought. Just as well this happened in Carratia, at least there are as many people who want to leave as there are people who want to stay. “Next!”
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