Imago

[Foxglove]

Taking her time to inspect the ship, she was quite sure it was well cared for. There were hardly any blemishes on it, even though it was not uncommon to see them. Space had a habit of leaving its mark on all kinds of materials. The pain job looked fresh. Maren was quite sure a lot of money had been spent to make it so the paint wouldn't lose any of its lustre due to radiation. All it all, it was an almost vular display of wealth. "Be honest," Maren meant, looking at Stenn, realizing she had been staring in awe for a few moments. "How much money did you spend on this? I'm pretty sure the value of this ship alone could be feeding a lot of starving children on Nuremberg." Her voice wasn't accusatory. She knew nobody cared for people who needed help. Not really, at least. People helped others in order to achieve social status. In a way, it was always purely egocentric, at least to Maren. "Does it at least have enough leg room so I can change into my flight suit, though?"

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