Seignur Veeoni’s Private Suite
Four stasis boxes!
Four!
She dared not open them—not quite yet. She could, however, check her assumptions.
“I will be in my quarters, meditating. Allow nothing to disturb me.”
“For how long?” M Traven asked, practically.
“You may inquire of me via intercom in six hours, if I have not emerged, or filed alternate orders.”
M Traven inclined her head.
“Yes, Researcher.”