The ramp of the Star-Jumper hissed shut, sealing out the chaotic sounds and smells of the bazaar. Inside, the air was cool and clean, the gentle hum of the ship's systems a stark contrast to the noise they'd left behind.
Evelyn led Lira to a padded bench in the common area. The girl was still trembling, her large silver eyes taking in the sleek, organic interior of the ship with a mixture of fear and wonder.
"Here, sweetheart," Evelyn said softly, her voice warm and steady. She retrieved a hydration pack and a nutrient bar from a nearby dispenser. "It's not gourmet, but it'll help."
Lira took the offerings hesitantly, her delicate fingers clutching the data-cube like a lifeline. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice small.
"You're welcome. My name's Evelyn. That grumpy one who followed us in is Marc."
Marc leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, observing silently. He gave a slight, non-committal nod when introduced.
