Ana opened her mouth to answer Aya, then stopped and considered the point for a moment. It was difficult to argue with the logic. Pick almost any direction, travel long enough, and eventually they would probably encounter someone. Whether that someone had a functioning port, communications, transportation, or any desire to help a collection of bedraggled strangers was an entirely different question.
"All right, that's fair," she conceded with a small laugh.
"Civilization that can actually get us home. I'll be more specific with my wishes from now on."
Movement nearby caught her attention just as Mistral finished testing the first engine and started toward the second. His foot came down on a patch of wet decking and promptly shot out from beneath him. Ana's eyes widened as he slipped, and she instinctively reached toward him despite being too far away to offer much help.
"Mistral!"
She hurried the few steps toward him, stopping close enough to offer a hand if he needed it. Her concern lasted only long enough to make certain he hadn't actually hurt himself before amusement began creeping into her expression. She pressed her lips together in an unsuccessful effort not to smile.
"Are you all right?" she asked, offering her hand.
"Because if you are, I'm reserving the right to laugh in about five seconds."
Ana glanced down at the wet deck and then back toward Aya, shaking her head as the absurdity of the last few days caught up with her again.
"Apparently she was right about directions too," she added, looking back to Mistral with a growing smile.
"Knowing where you're going is important. Especially when it's from one engine to the other."
Mistral