"Come on!" Kamal moved his head.
"Okay, Doc." Ryan quickened his pace following the doctor.
Luka was now alone in the room, tidying up every piece of equipment that was there.
"Sit down," Kamal said as soon as they were in the dining room.
Ryan pulled a chair and sat. He stroked his stomach, the pain he still felt even though it wasn't as bad as before.
"You've eaten?"
"Funny you asked like that, Doc," Ryan chuckled. "You know, that Russian bastard punched me in the stomach while I was having my lunch."
"Russian?" Kamal frowned as he prepared food for Ryan.
"A long story."
"I don't think so," Kamal shook his head. "Just two days, right? Did you know that on this planet a full day is equivalent to twenty-eight hours?"
"Yeah," Ryan nodded. "We already knew."
The meal was prepared, and now a cup of drink. After that, Kamal served it to Ryan.
