"I was in my room, trying to sleep," Nyota said, frowning as she watched him from the cocoon that she had made out of the covers. She was willing to share if he needed them, but he didn't look much like he did the way that he was moving around. When she was cold, she never really wanted to get out of bed. "I was at the Institute for Advanced Mathematics in Nairobi. This isn't the Institute, and this isn't Nairobi, either. It's only ever this cold in the wet season, and it was spring not fall."
She didn't like this. She didn't like this one bit. If she didn't call or write, Daddy and Mammy would get worried, like they did after the fire. That was the first time she'd ever missed a comm.
Tucking herself down into a ball, Nyota watched this boy with a quiet, confused curiosity. He seemed so calm, so collected. It was...odd. Odd but sort of comforting when she was very nearly about to burst into tears now that the shock was starting to wear off.