“And finally, Anja Harbon, mechanical engineer.” I didn’t mention that she might leave in Bastion. She was here now, and that was all that mattered.

Anja inclined her head. “Nice to meet you.”

“If you need anything, come to me or Eli. Kee and Anja are going to be busy until we get to Valovia.”

I’d expected that to generate curiosity, but I’d been wrong. Their faces remained expressionless. I blew out a slow breath. It was going to be a long damn eight weeks.

“I am Torran Fletcher and this is my team.” He stepped aside and pointed to the woman. “Chira Pelek, first officer.”

Chira stepped forward and bowed. She had on a deep garnet shirt. She was as tall as the men beside her and sleekly muscled. Her skin was so pale that it appeared to have a faintly blue undertone. Her straight, shoulder-length hair was silvery white, which looked like its natural color. Her eyes were pale, maybe blue or gray, with dark streaks.

Chira stepped back and Torran continued, “Varro Runkow, weapons specialist.”

Varro stepped forward. His shirt was black, leaving him in unrelenting black from neck to toe. He was more muscled than Torran, with tan skin, curly dark blond hair, and eyes that were a medium shade, maybe hazel or brown, with darker streaks. He inclined his head in silent greeting and then stepped back.

Torran pointed to the final man. “Havil Wutra, medic.”

Havil wore a dark blue shirt. He stepped forward and bowed. He was leaner than Varro, which the armor had concealed. In armor, the three of them had looked nearly identical. Havil had deep brown skin, straight black hair, and dark eyes, likely brown or black, with lighter streaks.

I wondered if Havil’s medical training would be applicable to human physiology, because if so, it would be nice to have a trained medic on board.

I took a moment and focused on the group. The headache was immediate and intense, but their auras wavered into view. Chira’s aura was sapphire, Varro’s was topaz, and Havil’s was ruby. Torran’s aura remained an unusual platinum with hints of other colors.

I let the focus go and clenched my hands against the urge to rub my temples. I needed to start practicing again. I’d gotten lax because we’d stopped dealing with Valoffs after the war.

Havil frowned. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice a smooth tenor.

I narrowed my eyes at him. What had he sensed? I waved off his concern. “I’m fine.” I needed to be more careful in the future. I hadn’t felt the brush of his mind, but that didn’t necessarily mean anything.

I addressed the group. “Welcome aboard. Did General Fletcher tell you about Luna?”

Their expressions shifted but not enough for me to catch what emotion drove the change. All three nodded.