Phoebe Barton

Titanese adj.	2019 P. Barton Midway on Waves in Analog Science Fiction & Fact May–June 117/1 ‘Here you are: auspicious noodles. A bit of luck for your journey back to Earth.’ The tourist peered at the bowl and dabbed the chopsticks into it as if he expected the broth to eat them away. ‘You’re sure this is authentic Titan cuisine?’ Naomi narrowed her eyes. ‘Made on Titan, by a Titanese person, from ingredients sourced from Titan, and impossible to make anywhere else. No, it’s 100 percent Martian.’
Vestan n.	2019 P. Barton Midway on Waves in Analog Science Fiction & Fact May–June 117/2 ‘All right, what the hell is going on?’ Naomi said, forcing her way through the crowd. Despite the spidery exo that supported the Vestan’s weight in Titan’s relatively crushing gravity, two and a quarter meters gave her a privileged perspective. The Vestan shriveled under her gaze like a leaf left to dry.
Vestan adj.	2019 P. Barton Midway on Waves in Analog Science Fiction & Fact May–June 117/2 ‘Citizen’s arrest! Citizen’s arrest!’ The shouter was a belter, stretched and lanky with wild eyes and an unshaven face, hanging from a battered frame pitted with dents and with colors gone raw. Vestan accent, too—just great. ‘You’re a sovereign profiteer of destruction! You’re a threat to the all! I place you under citizen’s arrest on behalf of the proud people of this moon!’