Settling in okay?” Sam Grant asked.
Ambassador Britil wiped the paint from her right hand before shaking his with it and offering him a huge smile. Was that an Eridani thing, or was it just as genuine coming from her as it would be on a human face?
“May I come in?”
“Well, I’ll let you in this time,” she said with a wink. “Technically, it’s a human station, but it’s our embassy. As long as you’re here, do you have a healthy back? Can you give me a hand with something?”
“Of course.”
