Zack looked down at Emilly. "I will go back to Gearhaven clinic for now, then. Rusty, be careful, all right? And call me if you see anything unusual here. Duchess, would you like a lift back?"
Rusty waved, heading off into the station. "I'm off to other matters!"
"Take care, Rusty!" Emilly called after him, then looked at Zack. "Sure. Let's go."
She walked after him to Hanger 2, looking the Varyag over. "I don't think I've been on your ship before."
"This is the Varyag, Duchess, the one that's always beside the clinic. Please take a seat, we're going to take off soon."
She nodded, made her way to a seat, clambered up into it, and strapped herself in firmly. It was a quick trip down, the stars wheeling around the pale ship. With barely a bump, he set the ship down on the ground.
"We landed, Duchess."
She smiled, unbuckling, and slipping out of the seat. "Neatly done."
He helped her down the short ramp, smiling. "I hope you appreciated your travel. We thank you for choosing Air Starbinder and wish you a good day."
Emilly giggled. Zack looked from the ship to the clinic.
"Yes, so...this ship is well equipped to respond to multiple medical emergencies, both in space or in planet atmosphere."
Emilly nodded. "Which is good."
She got her bearings on the ground, then turned towards Steam's towers. "Do be well, Zack!" she called over her shoulder.
"Always, Duchess. You too."
Emilly reached up, pinching a section of local space, and pulled herself through to elsewhere.
(Continued in part CXXI.)
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