About six hours have past since Daeva and Riley arrived at the Shasta Orbital Skyhook, currently parked between the bottom of the station, and the top of the Goddess Geode.
At the moment, it's about half-past the smallest of the wee hours. Shamus is still sleeping on the couch in her apartment down in the ZBT's mainframe, and Riley took one of the shuttles up to the Skyhook a few hours ago to spend the night up there, so, Miss Savannah Alia Daeva has the run of the ship for another couple hours or so before Shamus comes back online and retakes control of the system.
She's enjoying her alone time closed off in the N.O.C. jamming at top volume to a Gaian Death Cult album she found in the ship's database that she's never heard before, playing air guitar and singing into a mirror like a complete rock star. The fact she hasn't learned all the lyrics yet and is really just mumbling random sh*t in rhythm with the melody went completely unnoticed by the mass of imaginary fans of the sold-out arena she's playing at in her mind.
Beneath all that, She's a tornado of excitement and fear. Before Riley left for the station, he ended their 'Where do I come from?' talk by telling her that in spite of her technically young age, she's earned the right to be thought of as an adult, and should go make a life for herself as soon as she's ready.
As a matter of fact, she already has a Corvo picked out that she would like to download herself to soon-ish, now that Shamus is on the mend.
As she was imagining coming back for the final encore when the last song on the album began blaring over the speakers, she didn't notice the approaching Caliburn outside, and the accompanying hail that came with it.
Matthew Grim sat patiently on his end of the call with an entertained smile, waiting for Daeva to realize she's being watched.
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