They were still slick with sweat and smelled of exercise. The door swung open, and Treesa walked into the room. Gabriel hadn’t seen her outside the garden for years. He blinked. She looked as old as Captain Hunter. Ex-captain Hunter. “Good afternoon,” Treesa said. She dispensed a bulb of coffee casually, as if she visited the galley every day. She sat, ignoring Erika and Ali, and looked at Gabriel. “I’ve just come from Medical. I’ve gotten clearance and permission to join you in the Refuge project.” Treesa was Council. His peer. She was also disaffected. Wasn’t she? What had changed? She looked neater than he’d ever seen her. “What can you do?” “I’m a communications officer. I can help you run communications at Clarke Base, and besides, I’ve been helping in the garden for a long time. Maybe Ali can use my help as well.” She smiled at Ali, looking for all the world like a doting grandmother. Ali returned the smile. “Why sure, Treesa, I could use help. I plan to design a fish habitat at Erika’s Folly and the Hammered Sea.”
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