“Do you mean Rhiannon and those delightful girls of hers?” asked Akima. “She was a joy to work with both on Cinnebar and later at the party Gerta threw at the mansion.” Tiffany’s head was starting to spin from all of the information she was absorbing and how it all began to fit together. “All right…it seems we all know each other a lot better than any of us thought we first did. We can all sit down around a campfire, make ‘smores’ and tell stories later on. Can we focus on the problem at hand…finding Jordan and making sure she’s all right?”“No problem, honey,” answered Kitten as her fingers flew over the keyboard. “First we’ll make sure nobody spots our ship outside until we can leave.” She opened an application and tweaked some of the settings. “There…that takes care of problem number one.” “Don’t go installing any freaky alien software,” said Dee Dee. “We had enough problems with that in the past.” “This was already on your box, bright eyes. It’s the hologram program you use. I just paid a few extra credits to get you the full version of it.” “You’re being awfully generous with our credits, my dear,” said Akima Mars.
