Wanda cast her gaze around. Even though she knew this thoroughfare well from walking down it many times in the past days and nights, she did not dismiss the thought that a good place for talking might suddenly appear if she looked. She hadn't been looking up until now, and it was easy to overlook what you weren't looking for.
But all the shops seemed busy, brightly lit against the long nights, denying the darkness. No quiet, shadowed pub or empty galleries here.
"Come back to my ship with me?" Wanda suggested. "I want to --"
What, exactly? The edifice of her determination crumbled just a little on itself; her need was strong, but she had no easy reason for what she was asking that she could think of.
"I have a lot on my mind," she said, trying not to show her doubt. She'd taken the first step, now she just had to carry through. It would help, she told herself.