Quasit & Pearl (Pt. 33)

For some reason the CC held up cargo resecure procedure. Her brows lifted in vexation as she rerouted. Her voice tinged with rancour, she continued. "I am not about to have these two, these three, traipsing about my ship until we have more intelligence on the situation."

Quasit cocked his head, glancing at Pearl, wondering what the delay was. "What's wrong?" He moved to the CC consol next to her. Then from the corner of his eye, he caught movement.

Though improbable, through the PAH haze, unmistakable movement. "Look," Quasit signalled.

The Mariri moved, torpidly pedetentous towards the Queen, awakened.