A-595: Merchant Freighter Spanial (Docked), Prrri’s Cabin
When it’s apparent that Lia isn’t going to leave immediately, he opens the storage space for the visitor’s chair and sets it down for her. The usual folding chair for the cabin’s occupant in not in its storage clip.
“Donn’t xet many vissitorrs…”
He pulls a cylinder from a storage niche, presses a button on it and there’s a hiss of air as it inflates into something resembling a large round pouffe, with an unevenly sloped top and slightly raised edges 3/4 of the way around. Prri climbs on, partly curls up and props himself up on an elbow on the high end.
“No? The others don’t come to your quarters?”
Has she ever seen a seat like that?