â€śMacon.â€ť Alosa said as she stood behind him while he piloted his ship. â€śMacon.â€ť She touched his shoulder and he blinked, looking up at her.
â€śSorry, is everything alright?â€ť
â€śWhere are we going? We changed course, I could feel it.â€ť
â€śA planet pinged on my radar and I wanted to check it out. I should have asked first, sorry.â€ť