Sunshine wiped greased from her face and hands. She was convinced that there was a conspiracy behind her assignment to fix the air recycling units on the ship. It was in sector 51 which was almost the furthest place in the spaceship. It was cramped and hot, she had to fold herself like a leftover pizza stuffed into Tupperware to fit in some places.
But she was finally finished.
"Thank goodness for music." She muttered. If she had not been accompanied by the delightful sounds of pop tunes, she would have been a lot more miserable.
Her stomach rumbled, a reminder that she had not eaten since she went to the Levias sea--since morning actually. Her breakfast had been thin and unsatisfactory as a result of over stuffing herself during dinner the night before.
She wondered why she had not eaten when Lisha and Tracy were battling for Bob three hours ago.
