"Please open."
Theo raised her glance to the ceiling and sighed.
"The job must get done," the woman said, almost daring a reply...
Theo worked the dual combo and opened the duffel, the woman spread it half open on the counter and wanded it. When the wand beeped she looked not at all startled, but reached into the neatly rolled and folded clothes, pushed aside the traveling school book in its protective envelope, and pulled out the bowli ball.
"That's mine," Theo began –
"Yes, Pilot, but it is not properly shielded." The monitor reached below the counter and pulled out a silver bag, which she passed to Theo. "If you please, Pilot."
Biting her lip, feeling the line growing long behind her, Theo slipped the ball into the bag and sealed it.
"Thank you," the monitor said. "Please close your bag."
She did so, hastily. The woman produced a green card like the one Theo wore on her jacket and slapped it on the duffel's side.
"The tag marks this out as a pilot's luggage," she said. "You may enter the passenger lounge at will. The Pilots' Lounge on level three is reserved for active pilots just in or out, and their guests, please don't strain the regs. Have a pleasant journey."
She turned aside and Theo hurried away, biting her lip.
"Anything to declare?" the monitor asked the next passenger.
* * * *
"Kamele, I'd like to go for a walk," Theo said. "Just around the duty-free. I – "
Her mother glanced up from the datapad she'd been studying and looked around the lounge. It was, in Theo's opinion, a boring space, mostly full of chairs, infoscreens, and nervous people. Beyond it, the Concourse glittered; the stuff in the shops was 'way too expensive, she knew, just like on Vashtara, but it was interesting to look in the windows.
"I think we could both use a walk," Kamele said, slipping the 'pad away. "If you'd care for some company?"
Theo thought about being annoyed. Then she remembered how upset Kamele had been, and smiled.
"Company would be good," she said.
* * * *
They'd window-shopped half of one long side of the duty-free shops, taking their time, and pointing out especially absurd prices to each other. Theo's recollection had been wrong; the duty-free shops on Melchiza Station charged even more for everyday items than the shops aboard Vashtara.
She let Kamele get a window ahead of her while she lingered over a display of "athletic equipment," including foam-core boomerangs, ping-pong paddles, and – there! Nestled in back among a row of ordinary throwing spheres was a bowli ball. Theo tapped the window for more information, and gasped when the price came up.
Hastily, she tapped the pop-up away, and shook her head. It was a good thing Kamele didn't know how much the bowli ball had cost, or she'd have never let Theo keep it. 'Course, Kamele thought bowli balls were toys.
Shaking her head, Theo moved on, dancing aside as a woman in a leather jacket came out of the athletic equipment store.
"Sorry!" The woman said, shaking black hair out of her face.
"Phobai!" Theo cried gladly.
The pilot grinned. "Theo! Hey, look at that!" She extended a hand and stroked the green badge. "Fast work."
"They even call students 'pilot' at the Transit School," Theo said, face heating.
"No," Phobai said, "they only call some students pilot in the Transit School." She touched Theo's cheek lightly. "Get into a fight?"
"No, a bowli ball game."
"Hah! Did you drop it?"
" 'Course not!"
Phobai laughed.
"Theo?" Kamele had noticed she was gone. Theo grabbed Phobai's hand and turned her around.
"Phobai, this is my mother, Kamele Waitley. Kamele, this is Phobai Murchinson, she's one of the pilots on Vashtara. We played bowli ball together and practiced dance – "
"And a fine dancer she is, your Theo!" Phobai said with a grin. She held out her hand and Kamele took it with a smile.
"I'm always glad to meet Theo's friends – and her teachers!" she said.
"Not a teacher; Theo was born knowing the moves. All I do is remind her." She turned to Theo. "Do you want in on bowli ball? Cordrey's on opposite shift this first leg, but we've got Len, Joadin, and Truitt for sure, and maybe Valince and Jorj. You're welcome to play."
"I'd like that," Theo said. "Text me the time and room?" She bit her lip, realizing that she should have asked before – but a glance to the side showed Kamele smiling softly.
"Sure," Phobai said to Theo. "Are you shopping? Let's walk together. I've got some other things to pick up before they call crew back."
The three of them turned and walked down the row of shops, Theo making sure that the walk-crowders didn't push Kamele. Phobai looked at her from beneath her black lashes.
"Taking up some extra space, aren't you?"
Theo blinked, remembering Initha's swagger.
"Am I?" she asked, stricken. "I just – "
"Nothing wrong with it," Phobai said quickly. "It's just a new look for you. You're right, too; in this crowd you've got to walk wide or get crushed! Here's my next stop, and then I've got to run for the gate." She smiled. "Professor Waitley, it was good to meet you. Theo – I'll see you soon!"
She vanished into a shop displaying three diaphanous articles – lingerie, Theo thought, though with a bewildering amount of laces and other fasteners –
"Let's walk over this way," Kamele said, interrupting any further study of the shop's display. "I'd like to check the departure times."
* * * *
Theo shook her head, trying to get her hair out of her eyes. Something about the change in pressure in the glass airlocks, or maybe it was the change in air source. The breeze had been sudden and cold; likely it was used to help keep the grounder dirt and bugs someplace other than in the station's air supply.
Now that she could see again, she was faced with a wall of chronometers keeping a dozen times, just like on Vashtara, though Melchiza local time was displayed where Vashtara had displayed Standard Time.
Underneath the clocks were infoscreens displaying the names and departure/arrival times of incoming and outgoing ships. Vashtara was comfortably listed right next to Melchiza Station; the notes stating that it was still debarking passengers to other lounges. Phobai must've gotten off-ship as soon as it docked, Theo thought.
According to the 'screen, they'd be boarding around the time that Theo had gotten used to thinking of as lunch time. She reached to her jacket pocket, where her three day's eating money rode, and said a word she'd heard Win Ton mutter upon certain occasions.
"What is it?" Kamele asked, as ignorant of the meaning of the word as Theo was, and happily without the benefit of its use in context.
"I've still got the datapad with my math remedials!" She pulled it out of her pocket.
"We must return it," Kamele said briskly and looked around her. "There!" She pointed to a sign that said Shuttles and Private. "We'll give it to the shuttle captain; he can take it back to the Visitors' Center the next time he has a fare, and the Visitors' Center can send it back to the Transit School."
It certainly sounded like a good plan. Theo fell in beside Kamele.
The glitter and noise of the shopping district quickly disappeared. Also, the warmth. Theo was glad of her jacket and wished she'd brought an extra sweater. They passed a couple of people in coveralls with "Melchiza Station" stenciled on the breast, and a few pilots, leather jackets fastened close.
The corridor curved; and ahead of them were two more people. A male pilot, pulling luggage or last-minute stores, walking slowly with someone who was patently not a pilot. Her hair was slightly askew and she walked uncertainly, like she'd wandered into a change zone once and did not ever wish to repeat the experience.