The main cabin was adequate. The working surface was a folded crate lid that Roen had improved with a piece of planking, which was functional if not elegant.
She had learned, over a year, to work in whatever space existed.
The working list traveled with her. Thirty-eight items. Eleven completed. Twenty-seven open, in various states of progress, organized by dependency — things that required other things to be done first, things that could run in parallel, things that were waiting on information that didn't exist yet.
Item thirty-eight sat at the top.
'Return.'
Underneath it, in the margin, she had written in small precise script the seven sub-items that 'return' actually contained. The contract review was one. The collar charter submission was two. The provincial bloodline review handoff was three. Items four through seven were contingencies — things she would need depending on what the capital looked like when they arrived.
