Sayeeda slept. It was never a mistake to sleep when you had time and one of the surest signs of a veteran was the ability to sleep anywhere at a moments notice. They had been in action of one sort or another for well over twenty four standard now and even the auto-doc with its purging chemicals didn't make up for old fashioned sleep. As usual her sleep was restless. Fragments of past battles flickered pas her as she dreamed, sometimes she saw faces of those she had killed, or saw comrades long dead. Many veterans had such dreams and she was grateful that she could sleep at all without the aid of drugs or booze.

She woke from half remembered terrors a few hours before the meeting, a thin sheen of sweat coating her body. The ship was quiet but Lonney hadn't alerted her via the comm so she had to assume that Neil wasn't in any trouble. Rolling out of bed she headed to the shower unit, stripped off and turned the water on as hot as she could stand. In space water was a luxury, but so long as they were hooked to the habs main water lines they had all they could use. She let the water run over her for nearly an hour, the head and pressure massaging away the ache of the past few days as best she could. Finally, when she could muster the energy, she turned the shower off and stepped out, drying and warping herself up in a towel. She didn't bother to brush her hair, it was short enough that it was rarely an issue.

From the back of the ship she heard a clank and headed back towards the engineering section. Neil was back there with an assemblage of junk and tools he had clearly just dragged aboard.

"Going into salvage are we?" she asked from the hatchway.

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