Kubo wasn't hard to find, because he wasn't in any mood to be far from his mother. But he went looking for Wash anyway.
Well, virtually, anyway. A short message on the communicator summoned Wash to the quarters Kubo shared with his mother, the day after they returned from the Silent Horizon.
"I'd like to talk to you, when you have time," it read. "Can you come to my quarters at 0600?"
There was technically no morning in space, but even so, Kubo was a morning person, whereas Sariatu was not. He was awake in the living space of their shared quarters at that time, idly plucking out notes on his shamisen.
Kubo
Well, virtually, anyway. A short message on the communicator summoned Wash to the quarters Kubo shared with his mother, the day after they returned from the Silent Horizon.
"I'd like to talk to you, when you have time," it read. "Can you come to my quarters at 0600?"
There was technically no morning in space, but even so, Kubo was a morning person, whereas Sariatu was not. He was awake in the living space of their shared quarters at that time, idly plucking out notes on his shamisen.