I lifted my hand to ward off Poh, and thankfully she took the hint. She stepped away a few feet, but I could still feel her gaze, heavy on my sweat-slicked, haunted head. I wanted to ask who she'd intended to shoot seconds ago when I'd flipped out, but I didn't trust my mouth to open without a spray of vomit. So I kept my gaze locked on the window screen with my cheek glued to the cool, rubbery floor on the stairs.
Soon, a large space station appeared. Ships of all shapes and sizes zipped in and out of the rows of docking ports along the station's middle, leaving or arriving for anything from repairs to food to club dancing supposedly. Ring Guild Space Station 144 was a floating city in the sky.
Behind it rotated a thin outline of an enormous iron ring.