Alecha glimpsed movement in the window’s reflection. Behind them, the common room’s door parted; a couple of vulden walked out, followed by several more of the meeting’s guests. Faint patterns of light drifted along the wall, directing them toward the transport room.
T’bia waited for the last of the attendees to pass by on their way to disembark. “I won’t presume you and I are—”
“We’re good,” Alecha said. “I would appreciate at least an effort to stay on the truth side of things, especially with anyone not prepared for… shall we say, ‘maximum T’bia’?”