Six hours into the void jump, the crew sat in the Peregrine's dining hall across from Governor Sebastian. The table between them was a long, polished dark wood that reflected the overhead lighting. White cloth covered the surface. Actual plates, not the disposable kind. Forks and knives that looked heavy, solid, the kind of silverware you'd find in expensive restaurants rather than on a transport ship.
The lighting had been dimmed to something ambient rather than the harsh overhead illumination that dominated the rest of the ship.
