The transit vessel's signal horn was low, long, and unmistakable. It announced its approach from the southern approach vector, which was earlier than the crew had said it would be at seven o'clock.
The wind had been coming from the northeast overnight, which meant the crew had gotten there faster than they had planned.
Talyra sat up so fast that the motion created its own small wind.
"Oh no," she said, sounding like someone whose whole mind had just switched from joyful to urgent. "Oh, that's early—"
"Six forty-two," Aisella said, sitting up with considerably more composure and immediately locating her clothes with the systematic efficiency of someone who had prioritized organization even in field conditions.
Talyra was already on the move.
