Neville didn't even realize that his favorability had just risen to 14%. His mind was still elsewhere, more specifically, on the gleaming rows of nutrient solution dispensers lining the docking bay's passenger terminal.
His stomach cramped at the mere thought.
Forty-eight hours, he reminded himself grimly. Forty-eight hours of that or horrible food.
Even if the 'delicacies' of Planet Xylos improved a bit by the trend of baragara, the ingredients of it were still something he didn't want to eat.
The passenger starship loomed before them like a city suspended in the void. He had seen images of these vessels in the news. But seeing one up close, watching as its hull gleamed under the docking bay's artificial lights, was an entirely different experience.
