"Rare, my foot." Margaret snorted, momentarily at a loss dealing with Fatty. In terms of intelligence and cunning, she was evenly matched with Fatty, but when it came to being shameless, she couldn't hold a candle to him. The clever fear the stubborn, the stubborn fear the rash, the rash fear the reckless, and the reckless fear those who are both reckless and shameless. Fatty was not just thick-skinned; he could brazenly pocket his face at any moment and say it doesn't matter.
Especially with the lecherous glances occasionally shining in his eyes, which Margaret found irresistibly hard to fend off.
The merchant ship pressed on, weaving through the web-like Mars Free Channel. After several jump points, Margaret was utterly confused about her whereabouts. The star systems they passed had no decent warp routes, and the ship was endlessly traversing asteroid belts, nebulae, and gravitational reef zones formed by white dwarf stars, constantly battling the harsh space environment.
