I have three roommates. Dawn, my best friend, glows when she’s excited, which is most of the time. DeeDee knows everything about Mega Prime and is thrilled to tell me all of it. Juno is a Saccharum shapeshifter and has said approximately eleven words since we met.
I grew up with a crew of space pirates. I thought I knew how to read people. Outside of Dawn, I have no idea what to do with any of these two.
From Chapter 9:
“Top bunk’s yours,” DeeDee conceded with a laugh, dropping her bag onto the bottom bunk beneath Zorra’s. “Dawn, Juno, top or bottom?”
“Bottom,” Juno said, already sitting on it.
DeeDee set her alarm with a decisive tap on her communicator. “Beach. Tomorrow. First thing. Don’t be slow.” She pointed at each of them in turn, then climbed into her bunk and pulled the covers up to her chin. Within moments she was quiet.
Zorra Wessing and the Platinum Starship: Year One