Tori cursed as she scanned down Lu’s list of shuttle supplies, scrolling deeper and deeper, but not finding a single pad. Did the admins who supplied the shuttle assume that every crew member would be male?

Tori glanced to her right, where the ubiquitous restroom cup sanitizer sat. Somebody must have imagined at least the potential for female crew, and cups probably made more sense than compostable supplies on a ship this size. Less to store.

But cups? She’d never used one. And she certainly hadn’t had one on her the day the shuttle had been accidentally jettisoned from Hope. She hadn’t had any of the compostable supplies on her either, which was stupid, but would only have put off the inevitable moment when she’d be caught like this—stuck in a bathroom with an o...

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