C: Recognition
Rafaela waited through the rest of the deceleration, that used up the small amount of reaction mass they'd obtained, with impatience. Half a dozen unanswered messages waited for her response, but she couldn't bring herself to answer them yet. She didn't know what to say.
Strangely enough, only one of the waiting messages belonged to Elektra. Somehow she'd expected to receive half a dozen angry demands from her stepmother, but there had been only one, short, cold inquiry. The cutting politeness of that message was familiar, and very like the older woman. She wasn't sure why she'd expected more of the messages to be angry responses, the timing perhaps.
One of the other messages was from the person she had agreed to marry, unless one of them changed their minds, and now apparently shared a residence with. Brendan. Eks Corp. She hadn't even read it yet, let alone formulated a reply.