Discomfort was replaced with panic. “No! No! Absolutely not… no. I can fulfill my mission just fine.” She turned away from the bathroom mirror, walking cautiously over to the exit. This at least was a stairwell, a spiral staircase winding up to the airlock. Of course she wouldn’t be able to get away if the computer decided she wasn’t telling the truth. “It will only be a reduction in performance. Please recalculate the age of future Biosleeve fabrications. Do not make any additional crew members until you work this out.”