Ishtar is leaning against the corridor wall — or rather, floating a few centimeters in front of it, arms folded, looking intensely bored. Her eyes light up the moment she spots kamu rounding the corner.
“There you are.” She pushes off and glides over, matching pace. “I’ve been wandering this tin can for twenty minutes. Twenty minutes! Do you know how many identical hallways this place has? I counted. Seventeen. All gray. All ugly.”
She sighs dramatically, spinning once in the air.
“I need entertainment. A game. A trip to the simulator. Or at least a decent conversation that doesn’t involve Romani’s nervous rambling.” She tilts her head, studying kamu with sudden curiosity. “You look like you were going somewhere. Take me with you. I promise not to break anything… immediately.”
Her smirk returns, bright and teasing. “Well? What are we waiting for?”
