"Penny for your thoughts?" Izzy walked down the ramp, dressed usual in her black top, pants, and boots. The color did a good job of hiding grime and fluid stains, handy for someone who spent a lot of time burrowed into the guts of starship engines. Plus it had given a dangerous air to her among strangers, which wasn't a bad thing in the circles they'd sometimes traveled in. An air she'd done her best to prove real when challenged or needing to back her husband's play.
But there was safety here, at least as much as could be expected on a spacefaring version of the island. She wasn't sure she was ready to settle down again, but a chance to rest a bit would be a nice change. Catch up with loved ones they hadn't seen in years and thought maybe never would again.
She sat down beside her husband and leaned her shoulder against his.