Dakar took a light nap to pass the time, rising when it was announced that breakfast was available in the cafeterias over a speaker. Instead of the cafeterias, he beelined for Pod B, hoping to catch Siagna before she got lost in the masses of hungry turians. Having not seen her, or her child, among the throng as he approached, he went into Room 10. There, he spotted her just inside, fiddling with her daughter’s clothing.
“Just how did you get your top so twisted last night?” the mother was saying.
“Mom! You know I’m an active sleeper!” the little girl said, squirming a bit.
“I’ll say…I got bruises from all the times you kicked me last night,” she muttered. “I hardly got any sleep….”
“Mom.” Ousa was looking aright at him. “The funny face man is here.”
“Who?” Siagna turned around and faced him, her eyes w