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Tayrey suspects that Erik's coffee might be tolerable enough, since her own efforts currently involve a large pot and an open fire - but she'll let it go.

'Sounds good to me. I'll be there soon, Tayrey out.' Alright, she knows she didn't have to say that last, but it's an old habit.

She turns up on his doorstep not long later, looking remarkably more at ease than on her first day. The change of outfit helps, those comfortable coveralls in a bright spacer blue, neatly tailored to show off her trim waist. Tayrey had looked underweight and sickly by the end of her time on the Serena Eterna, even before the attack that killed her. Now she's the picture of genetically engineered health. She knocks on the door, and greets him with another friendly peace-and-prosperity when he opens it.