The shuttle's common area was bare and featureless, sporting only a single table--a workbench, strewn with the fragments of several different weapons--and no chairs to speak of. Looking around, Simon scowled as he remembered his old shuttle, which had been strewn from end to end with scavenged junk. I should have sold that stuff when I had the chance, he thought bitterly. Not kept it around to get blown to hell on Famul. Yeah, Kenpachus was weird. Zoey pulled her legs up against her chest as if trying to minimizing Ro'nin's target. "I trust him."