“That enough money?”
“I think so.” She pushed the coins around in her palm and then closed her fingers around the sum.
The station echoed at this time of day. Most of the commuters took the morning shuttles. She couldn’t shipping herself down to Earth to work for someone else.
She’d watched her father leave every day, only to come home unstable in body and mind, as if he were more suited to the gravity down there.
Her work had to mean more. She had to mean more.
She slid her last coin into the machine. “One ticket to Titan.”