Lucky started to zone out a little, letting the weight of all she’d seen and done wash over her. Abubakar eventually rose from his post at the front of the ship, and made his way back down towards her. Like the rest of them he’d been stripped of armor and uniform, though they would have all their possessions returned when they reached Othar. Even so, she could see something she hadn’t noticed when he’d still been uniformed and chained—Abubakar had a cutie mark. A closely trimmed hedge in a simple geometric pattern.