Esther waved at the room. "Any more so than here?"
Brack grinned. "Not much more. But then also, you've got to remember that it's a three-week trip. Pretty monotonous. Just the two of us."
She looked him in the eyes with understanding.
"I'd try not to get in the way."
They met in the middle of the night at Brack's ship. Working slowly, soundlessly, they opened a cargo case and removed enough unit boxes to make room for the girl.
Esther settled down in the container.
"I'm afraid that isn't too comfortable," Brack apologized, "but you'll only have to put up with it four hours. I take off at seven."
"That's all right, Bill. Just so there's no delay. My father expects me to open the dining room at seven."
"We'll be ten million miles away before he misses you," said Brack. He put the top on loosely, faking the straps across the cover, so the girl could breathe.