Bad enough to read the impossibly tight confines on the nav controls, but to have the visuals glaring from the screens made her want to disconnect from her ocular implant. The rim of the canyon held sharpened teeth of stone where the edge had sheared away in places, but as they descended, the wind-honed channel of rock looked more like a smooth gullet hungrily swallowing them down. The pilot had triggered the external flood lights and the color on the screens was saturated to garish levels that turned the striations of rock to blood and gold. Audio of the thrusters’ howl bouncing off the canyon walls was ratcheted up to deafening. But Evessa’s eyes were barely open and her fingers drifted over the controls, as if she was half asleep. The captain and Shaxi had confirmed the location with her before Evessa took over, and when Deynah had left the pilot to do her work alone, as most pilots did, Shaxi had started to follow, but Evessa said, “I don’t mind you. You don’t interrupt like the others.”
