" "Saturn, actually," Molly corrected her." "Saturn, actually," Molly corrected her. "Yeah, we're custom-fitting a couple of high-pressure suits. A Terran corporation wants to experiment with what they call 'ultra-high-pressure' hardware, and we agreed to help as long as we get to go in for the results. That's my specialty at the moment, hardware design for extreme pressure conditions." Molly changed the subject herself. "So, Nickolai, how much longer do we have your company?" Nickolai scowled slightly and said, "I go back tomorrow." "Oh," Molly replied. "I'm sorry." "Yeah, me too," he said. "Do you think you'll be coming back?" Nickolai glanced over at Furry. Her face was full of hope. "I know I will," he replied emphatically. "Even if it's going to have to wait two years." "Wow," Molly said, somewhat wistfully. "You know, I sometimes wish I had someone who I felt like that about, but I've never really had the wherewithall to maintain a relationship." "We've only been together for two weeks," Furry replied. "Yeah, but to promise to come back after two years. |