"Excuse me…"
"Busy," the creature grumbled.
"I'm sorry, I just need to find the gate for—"
"Busy, human."
She looked around: there were other beings nearby, but they were all in motion or in conversation, difficult to interrupt, and there were no spaceport employees anywhere to be seen. She wore her most pathetic face, hoping the alien could even read human expressions. "I'm really sorry…"
"What gate."
"I'm not sure, there's just this symbol…"
"That is a Polixaci trade glyph. If you travel on liners, should learn to read them. That way, three gates down."
"Thank you so—"
"Just go."
No comments:
Post a Comment