“I am really sorry about your ship.” Sanic said softly, trying to piece together what had happened and what a shock it was to her. “I am also sorry about your loss in your engineering team.” he continued trying to be of some comfort to her. He had meant to get to tell her that in person ever since he had witnessed the accident.
“Loss?” Valesque queried dazed. Could he mean Dr. Warner? “What loss?” she asked more urgently. Was that what had happened to him? Maybe he wasn’t the one who shot her?
“The hull worker who was soldering on the upper array arm. The one that fell to his death a few weeks ago. I was watching the work from the Tech-Labs park balcony when it happened. Since then I have wanted to tell you how sorry I was for your loss. And now it seems you have two of them.” the darkhaired boy said, wondering at her confusion.
“Someone working on the upper array arm?” she puzzled. “I don’t remember anyone on the upper array arm. Oh, wait a minute,” she continued, clutching her side in remembrance, “yes I do. I was on the arm, fixing a wiring short.”
“You?” he asked unbelievingly. “No, but, this person fell . . . .” he corrected.
“Yep,” she replied assuredly, “that was me.”
“Twenty stories?”