[She arches one eyebrow at Ward, skeptical. It smells like the pipes are backed up, the sleeping pods out of sync, the air is cycling half as much as it should, but their box is definitely right where they left it and sealed up tight? Is he sure about that? As she sees it, her ship isn't how she left it when she went to sleep. The mystery box might not be, either.]
Your call.
[The cargo is their responsibility, and the eerie quiet? That's her responsibility. She wants to know what the ship's computer has to say about it. Ward sounds like he has a plan, but she's having none of it.]
I'm gonna pass on that, Lieutenant commander.
[She pats Ward on the chest with some sympathetic condescension, then turns to walk off in the opposite direction from the showers. Might not even have been his correct rank. She refuses to recognize whatever authority he might think he has in this situation. Good luck taking point on Operation Bathtime.]
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Date: 2017-03-08 05:25 pm (UTC)Your call.
[The cargo is their responsibility, and the eerie quiet? That's her responsibility. She wants to know what the ship's computer has to say about it. Ward sounds like he has a plan, but she's having none of it.]
I'm gonna pass on that, Lieutenant commander.
[She pats Ward on the chest with some sympathetic condescension, then turns to walk off in the opposite direction from the showers. Might not even have been his correct rank. She refuses to recognize whatever authority he might think he has in this situation. Good luck taking point on Operation Bathtime.]