The festivities of the previous night, or whatever the fleet ran on, had ended and it was dusk again.
Everything had returned to normal.
In one of the fleet's wider corridors, Lila was walking with headphones over her ears and her hands wrapped in what looked like boxing wraps, off-white material wound tight from knuckle to wrist. She was obviously heading to train.
She almost walked past him.
Jayden was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and his ankles loose, the posture of someone who had been standing there for a while and was comfortable with it. He saw her first. His mouth moved into something that was almost a smile before she looked up and clocked him.
Lila pulled one side of her headphones off.
"Smoake," she said.
"Rowe," he said. Completely relaxed about it.
She looked at him the way she looked at things she hadn't decided about yet, direct and unhurried, taking her time. "You're in a good mood."
"It was a good night," he said.
