Kyper’s answer was a short hiss. He was still mad.
A few minutes later, I heard something that sounded like a door open. A person in a flight suit floated in just as gravity reasserted itself, landing on their feet with a solid thump. Kyper may have thumped as well, landing on the bottom of his carrier, still offended.
“I’m the captain of this ship,” they said, “and one of the transport techs, I suppose, for this mission. You are Alex Hale?”
“I am. And this is Kyper. He says your flying sucks.”
“I wasn’t made aware we had an extra passenger. No matter. He looks no worse for wear.”
“Yeah, let’s not let him out of the carrier any time soon or he’ll prove you wrong,” I said.
The captain made a snorting sound that could have been laughter or disbelief. Kyper had opinions. He really should have believed me.
“Anyway,” the captain said, “we’re headed to another transport. It’ll get you to your destination with less trouble than an angry feline.”
“Kyper doesn’t like it when things he knows are truths suddenly aren’t. Most rational beings don’t.”
“I’ll note that in your file, Ms. Hale. You know, with a name like Alex, I expected you to be male.”
“With a rank like captain, I’d have expected some courtesy. Guess neither of us lives up to expectations.”
“Point taken, Ms. Hale. I’ll leave you to get your bearings. We’ll be handing you off to the next transport shortly. Please remain seated.” With that, the captain left the room. I glanced down at Kyper in his carrier.
“Think we won that round?” I asked him. His silence was telling.
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