Freyr nodded appreciatively, chomping down on a mouthful of salad. It made good sense for a cold-blooded species such as the Rothians to take the guesswork out of doing the things they enjoyed, like keeping warm. “Speaking of which, are you comfortable on the ship? I realise now that you must feel a little cold.” She noticed Masgard’s eyes glazed over as he consulted an implant, but after a moment he was back. “As i thought, there is actually a ‘beach’ room on the ship. They have them on civilian liners too; it’s supposed to put people at ease and give the impression of a warm planetary environment. Warmer than the rest of the ship, at least.”

Freyr perked up at the mention of ‘beach’. She’d lived near potentially the best beaches Angjusk had to offer during her childhood. Some of her happiest memories stemmed from a warm day and water lapping around her toes. She’d been sad for a long time that Babylon sat in the middle of a large continent, meaning the sea was a couple of hours away rather than at the bottom of the garden. “Oh, we should check that out at some point! I love the beach, but never had much of a chance on Outremer...Are there beaches on Rothia?”