Bobbie came into the room. Her face was bright, and there was a hunger about her, like a running dog straining at the leash. Gravity shifted a degree. A course correction, but not a change. “How’d it go?” Bobbie asked. “I am declaring this vessel in violation of laws and standards,” Avasarala said. “Cotyar, you’re witness to that.” “As you say, ma’am.” “All right, then. Bobbie.
