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Cali nodded. “In that case, I’ll have a rum and Coke.” “We’ve only got Pepsi on the Moon, hon.”
“Exactly,” said Waghid. “It’s all about finding the least degree of damnation.”
“These aren’t random actions. They have purpose.” Tessa nodded. “The screwdriver thing, that’s full-on tool use.” “Literally,” said Jake.
He yawned and stretched out on his stomach, half-burying his face in the pillow. “Yeah, I’m a real jerk that way.” She glanced back at him as the door slid open. “Sorry if it smells like me.” “I’ve smelled worse.”
“Did you go through everyone’s emails?” interrupted Tessa. “Just out of curiosity.” “Not yet,” he said, “but I know who just jumped to the top of the queue.”
“You ready?” “Nope. You?” “Not remotely. On three?” “On three.” “Put your hands on the helmet,” she said. “We don’t want it bouncing away when I pop the last seal.” “We get through this, you crazy bitch, I’m buying you dinner for a year. Dinner, desserts, drinks, breakfast.” She managed a nervous laugh. “That breakfast at your place?” “Sure,” he said. “Sex is fine, too. You name it.” “Let’s start with dinner. A woman likes a little romance, even on the Moon.” “Fuck the Moon. I’m on the next flight out of here. You want dinner, follow me back to Earth.”
