“Who’s there?”
Simon stifled a sigh. “It’s me, Captain. Simon.”
“Glad you made that clear, Doc. Weren’t like I could tell you by your voice.” Mal sounded coolly amused, standing in the half-light. He leaned on the handrail of the walkway. “Everything ok?”
“Sure.” Simon looked up at him. ”Just clearing my head.” He gestured out of the porthole
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