Chapter 350: Not The Only One

Two people have crossed arms, and are sitting on a bench that circles around the wall of the hull.

Leaks dread locks come down over her face, her head is bent over, almost as if she is sleeping.

A larger Terran man I recognize from the hunt in Bliss is also sitting down, his legs folded and extended out in front if him.

He has short black hair, and a shorter beard than what I saw before, when he was hanging carcasses with Pookie that night.

He smirks when he sees me.

"How're you doing, kid"?

I don't answer him, and move to sit down next to Leak.

Heela grabs my hand but I rip off her fingers, before she can grip her tiny hand around my wrist.

I sit down next to the Olim woman who is actually asleep.

I can smell Pookie on her like it's the cheesecake factory.

Son of witch probably raised her.

She can sleep around a dragon.

"I'll wait for her to wake up, I just want to talk".