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What on Earth (or off it, anyway) could happen in a botany lab that leads to a cut like that? Even a disorganized one? Nick suddenly imagines gigantic Venus Fly Traps invading the ship. "[i]Feed us, Nick[/i]!"

But then Elm and Korax start discussing the Low-Gravs attraction. And when Nick reads the flier, he laughs out loud. "Oh, we're doing this. Captain's orders. Okay, well you two don't have to, but I definitely am."

Most Captains wouldn't want to be seen socializing with the lower-deck crew at all, much less jumping on a Zero-G "playground." But Nick didn't mind. What was shore leave for, if not this? Besides, he could technically fire anyone who criticizes. "To the Low-Gravz!" Nick declares, pointing a finger in the air like a Renaissance-era adventurer. If only he had a cloak to swirl. He trots off towards the Low-Gravs center, hoping his two crewmembers are still following.

On the way, he passes by the young woman who had shouted on the Prize. She looked distracted and upset, so she probably didn't notice them. But hey, she was eating a fried rodent tail! Nick knew he liked her.