He checked his watch. "They won't hold the lander for us."
She rifled through the pockets on the pants she wore yesterday. "I can't find the shells."
"Where did you last have them?"
"If I knew that, I'd know where they were, wouldn't I?"
"Maybe that cleaning robot thingy took them. You can just get more—"
She upended her purse into the chair. "When? When can I get more? When will we ever come back here, to this planet, to that beach on that ocean? When?"
She ignored him, pulled the sheets off the bed. "Just help me look."