The sea air hit Lydia's face the moment she stepped out of the car.She stopped and closed her eyes. Breathed in.She could almost feel it in her tongue and nose, salt air. She also noticed kelp, something green and alive. It was nothing like the recycled air of Astera Spire, nothing like the perfume and coffee of the executive floor. This was nature, and she didn't realize how much she need it after years."You okay?" Derek Okafor appeared beside her, his duffel bag slung over one shoulder. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with the easy confidence he brought everywhere.Lydia opened her eyes. "Fine. Just... adjusting.""Adjusting," Marcus Kwame repeated from behind them. He was shorter, leaner, with round glasses and a perpetually furrowed brow. He carried two bags and a waterproof case that probably held equipment he refused to trust to anyone else. "We've been in the car for four hours. You've had time to adjust.""Four hours in a car is different from four hours breathing salt air."
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