It had been a slow start, people keeping to themselves, searching, wary and no lynchings, but it was night, things, evil things were moving, whispered words and guarded glances.
Jura stood out on the observation deck with the bottle, not drinking deeply, staying alert, watching her back in the reflections of the windows, looking up at the spring stars.
This was as peaceful as it would ever be, tomorrow secrets would be revealed and the mechanism of retribution would begin to turn.
She lit a smoke, glancing up at one of Jane's many eyes, there was no admonishment but a faint whirr as the air purifiers upped their game over the creaking of this strange ship, until tomorrow then.