Their second dinner on board the Atalanta, the five women had gathered at the round table of the canteen to properly discuss the backup crew, all a little green around the gills. Seasickness was one thing—space sickness quite another. It’d taken most of the first day for gravity on the corridor ring to activate, and longer for the crew to acclimatise. Hart had been the worst affected, followed by Naomi, who had thrown up into waste bags, hoping the plastic held. Hixon and Lebedeva had stomachs of steel, evidently, and Naomi suspected Valerie had felt queasy but would never show it.
