A Closed and Common Orbit (Wayfarers, #2)

by Becky Chambers

‘Oh, no, this isn’t trouble. It’s gonna be work, yeah, but it’s not trouble. The galaxy is trouble. You’re not.’

There was an Aandrisk gesture that captured this feeling perfectly: tresha. Someone seeing a truth in you without being told.

There are few better ways to get to know how a species thinks than to learn their art.’

‘I came here. It wasn’t a directive. It wasn’t a task. I wanted to see you. I thought you could help me.

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking since you left, and a lot of reading, and—’ She exhaled again, short and frustrated. ‘What I’m trying to say is I – I think maybe I under-estimated you. I misunderstood, at least.’