Late evening.
Beka's log [Over the last few days, I have:
Jogged.
Pulled apart the Maru's engine again, looking for the fault. That may have been a bad idea.
Fallen out of touch with people.
Did not freak out over the final project I have not done.
Decided the Maru is a loss for now, and to concentrate on other things.
Did not flirt. Much.
May have eaten.]
Tossing down her pen, Beka stretched and considered.
A glance out the window told her it wasn't too late. She stood and checked her pockets for keys, money, and anything else a young woman might need at night when wandering around a dangerous campus. Then she headed down from her room and out into the night for a jog.
Jogged.
Pulled apart the Maru's engine again, looking for the fault. That may have been a bad idea.
Fallen out of touch with people.
Did not freak out over the final project I have not done.
Decided the Maru is a loss for now, and to concentrate on other things.
Did not flirt. Much.
May have eaten.]
Tossing down her pen, Beka stretched and considered.
A glance out the window told her it wasn't too late. She stood and checked her pockets for keys, money, and anything else a young woman might need at night when wandering around a dangerous campus. Then she headed down from her room and out into the night for a jog.