Kyra followed Trey up the boarding ramp and into the saucer-like section that marked so many of the YT-model light freighters. She noticed at once that about half of what would usually be the cargo areas had been converted into passenger compartments. If Trey was a smuggler, the outside – or inside – appearance of the Free Flying Soul spoke to the contrary.
Trey jerked his thumb toward a small room on the right. “That’s your bunk.” He turned and looked at the girl following him. “If you want… I can look after that art thing.”
“Not likely,” she said flatly. Kyra stepped into her bunk without another word. As the door slid shut behind her, she briefly considered engaging the lock, but figured that there would be some sort of override so she didn’t bother...Read More