Olive saw them first, heads above the few people milling about the lobby, people in custody being processed, and staff trying to process everything and everyone. Seeing them made her sober up, the small surge of gaiety talking to Galen about statistical crash rates back on Earth dissipated the moment she caught the measured looks on the faces of Harry and Luke.
“Time for phase two of the evening,” she mumbled to Galen.
She stood up when Harry approached. “The good news is we’re alive and intact.” She tried a tentative half smile, but it probably didn’t ease the tension building between the four.