The bridge of the Wing of Midnight was a far less impressive place than many other ships she’d commanded. It might’ve been a modest conference room on Earth somewhere, with its many reconfigurable interfaces and holosurfaces on the walls. There were two chairs near the front for pilot and copilot—the rest of the seats they’d brought were camp chairs. From what Olivia had seen so far, the ship had been well supplied at the moment it departed—but for such a tiny ship, that didn’t mean much.