Having some time to himself while Lisa went to take a bath, Logan decided to visit Alma, who had been slowly recovering after her brush with death.
She was in her room, alone for once — Ms. Claire, who usually stayed by her side, was still away in the Pearl Isles but was expected to return soon.
Logan found Alma sprawled on her bed, facedown, music softly playing from her terminal. She lazily swung her knees to the beat, the atmosphere light making Logan smile at the carelessness the girl showed.
He stood there for a few seconds, watching her, then closed the door slightly louder than necessary to get her attention.
Alma's head jolted up, her eyes finding his immediately. She blinked once before smiling and waving him over.
"Just get over here already," she said, her voice half playful, half tired. "You should know I'm still recovering a little. My body still feels... alien. Like it's not quite mine yet. But I'm doing fine."
