Relda sprang from her seat. She woke the viewing screen, and it flashed 20:00.
"Guess I'm going to shower," she announced.
She stretched her hands skyward, and she vibrated. When she had recovered, she paused between the cockpit seats.
"Would it...bother you if I used some of Ozla's garments?" She questioned, feeling her face heat up.
Raylay drained of color. Ty puffed his cheeks and gripped Raylay's headrest. Relda huffed and gave a half-hearted giggle.
"Thanks, Ray," she said. "I'll make a wild guess that linens are in the shower unit."
She had not yet penetrated the light-devoid bunk chamber when Ty spoke from the cockpit.
"You can't let her," Ty insisted.
"I can't stop her, Ty," Raylay surrendered. "If she's not seen them already."
Relda fixated on the cockpit until Ty's and Raylay's eyes locked with hers. Relda allowed her slender frame to pierce the darkness of the bunk chamber.
Dark, except for the beam the bioscan emitted. She knew. They knew. They knew she knew.
She pressed her hand against the scanner. And the closet door vanished. She yanked a garment from its place and brushed her fingers over the tiny pant suits.
"Oh, Raylay," she muttered. "If these were clones--if that's what you're hiding--you're in for it."
She gathered the undergarments Ozla had left, powered on the light, and trudged onward. To the mini-chambered that housed a glass enclosure.