Kissing was one thing, but now he touched her hand.“You just had to come back, didn’t you?” said Rashida. “First, I’m kicked out of the univ...rsity, and now I’m out of a job, and all I have is the hand of this immature, impetuous fool. What more do you want from me? Haven’t you interfered enough? This is my life your toying with. Yes, my life.”“What about yesterday?”“What about it? We kissed, and then I hit you. So what? We move on. It was nothing.”“It was something to me.”“Okay, maybe it wasn’t. That necklace you’re wearing, did he give you that?” He asked.Looking down, Dorian had forgotten about the trinket.“No, someone else did. No idea what it means though.”“It looks familiar. I’ll go through my books and see if I can find what it means.” He said rising.“Great, thanks Professor.” The man nodded before walking out of her cabin. Standing and stretching her back, Dorian decided to see to it that they had been resupplied and fueled why they waited for Lucy and Hodges.***“You two…”. “Is that a Bravo-Kilo?”From Buck’s right, a small head emerged, patterned a vibrant blue and sporting six beady eyes. It didn’t seem to have a mouth, and its moist skin was wrinkly, almost resembling that of a sea slug. It rose from the hatch on a long, serpentine neck, weaving back and forth ethereally. The Rookie had never seen anything like it before.“What the hell’s that?” the Rookie replied, pointing at the creature.“Guess we both picked up some hitchhikers along the way,” Buck said,. Instead she left them there and looked straight into his warm brown eyes. "I couldn't fall asleep at all last night. So I came out here with a thick blanket and sat in this recliner. I turned on the television but couldn't find the remote." Right here," he pulled it out from a pocket sewn onto the left side of the comfortable chair."Hmmmmmmm, I have to remember to look there but I hadn't watch TV since 9-11. Last night there was a Spanish speaking movie on and it was about dancing. I was.