I ignored anyone who tried to talk to me, acting overly lethargic, like my whole life was one big miserable tragedy.
"Morning, Vice-Captain. What's our ETA?" some woman asked me as I passed her by, cheerful and upbeat.
In response, I just offered her a weary blink and kept walking.
Just like that, it took me less than five minutes to reach my destination.
Once there, I swung open the doors to Vereshia's private quarter and stepped inside.
The room was only a little less spacious than mine, dimly lit with warm ceiling lights.
And just as I had suspected, Vereshia Morrigan was not present here.
I knew it.
A grin broke across my new face.
I knew it. She was too much of a control-freak perfectionist to sit on her hands when her fleet was navigating blind through the Misty Belt.
Which meant she had to be up on the bridge, micro-managing the crew there, barking orders every two seconds.
I closed the heavy metal door behind me and rushed to her desk at the far end of the room.
