Ian raised his hand. The laughter and giggles died down.

“Do you know know what I miss more than anything?” he asked.

Kupar laughed. “A good ale? 15 year old whiskey?”

Ian smiled but shook his head. “Blue.”

“Blue?” Mike asked. “Haven’t you taken a look at Meaghan today?” Meaghan put a finger on the top of her head and slowly spun around. She was tired and dirty, having spent half of the day in the mechanical room getting the air scrubbers to work again, even if not as efficiently as they should have been.

“Yeah, she is stunning in her light blue coveralls,” Ian said. “But that’s not what I was thinking.”

All eyes were on Ian, with a few suppressed giggles about his sudden serious tone.

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