“Well.” She was already half in her environment suit for the short walk over to the landing pad.
“I guess they’re ready to go.” I said.
She nodded. “Are you sure you won’t come with? It’ll be three months before another supply ship comes through…”
“I’m staying. I don’t have my two years yet.”
“Got to get paid.”
“Sure.” She paused a minute, and then said again, “well.”
“Go on. They’re waiting.”
I watched her until she got up the ladder, just in case she slipped on the dust. The dust is our biggest problem here. Gets into everything.