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Shelley tugs at her jacket once more. Wearing it over the blouse was the best she could think of for making it look like she was wearing her own clothes. It worked, more or less, she had thought, eyeing the effect. It doesn't look too outlandish, and certainly not for Milliways.

It's almost evening outside, and arriving back there Friday night - she hopes it's Friday there, and that she's got the time-conversion right - would be sensible. That way she has even longer on Antar to help with the wedding and catch up on work.

For the second time that day, she knocks on Ishamael's study door.