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. Stow your luggage. Then meet me on the bridge. I'll give you a tour of the ship."
With a cool nod, Bolton returned to her duties.
"She must be a good captain," Rowan said, shifting his luggage from his right hand to his left. Most of what he carried was equipment intended to help him break into an unknown computer.
"How can you tell?" Armstrong asked. "And which way is forward?"
"This way. Follow me." Rowan led off, Armstrong trailing along behind. "As for Bolton being a good captain, you can generally tell by the feel of the ship. The crew carrying out their duties efficiently, briskly."
"No one's lurking about in dark corners plotting mutiny. Is that it?"
"Something like that," Rowan agreed. "First time on board a working spaceship?"
"Is it that obvious? I must say, it's a bit different from your standard passenger ship, isn't it? Everything's so ... well ... small."
"Efficiency, not comfort."
As Rowan said this, both he and Armstrong had to flatten themselves against the bulkheads to allow an apologetic crewman to slide past.
They continued on down the corridor, Rowan leading the way. The ship even smelled new. The walls were a creamy off-white in color, and he could detect the odor of fresh paint. There were, as yet, no streaks or marks on them, although several of the access panels were already smudged with fingerprints. Neat red stripes outlined cabinets containing emergency equipment, such as fire-fighting gear, vacuum suits, oxygen bottles, and first-aid equipment
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