Inside one of the many restaurants that dotted Luna-2, a fishlike woman in a large tank was settled at a table alone.  Achieng adored coming to the vast and varied markets of the Terran moon. So many shops full of clothing, jewelry, trinkets and food! Oh, the food! She had quite a few empty plates in front of her, and was working on one more. Of all the fascinating places she'd seen, the restaurants of Luna were some of the best. So many delicious foods that she'd never heard of. Like this juicy tidbit in front of her: the menu called it "steak". Achieng liked the rich redness of the meat, and the flavor of the seasonings. Fish didn't taste anything like this!

She'd just come off a recent job, counseling the traumatized survivors of a half-destroyed colony. Some of them had been very young, and she'd wanted to stay longer. However, the ship carrying them was able to find proper placement and homes for each of the survivors, and therapists of their own species. It had been a sad job, but since she'd had to fly out to the ship and meet it partway, they paid well for her emergency services. That had been a smart move - children's spirits could be fragile if they weren't helped quickly. 

With her tablet in front of her, Achieng browsed for her next job.