Ianthe gave Toi a last, fond touch on his shoulder, and then departed the galley for the ship's bridge. On her way, she keyed her headset mic, patched into the ship's systems via her wrist-computer.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Ianthe, here. Galley's stocked full of combat rations, so we'll be eating but not well. Haven't checked the small arms lockers, but I wouldn't expect anything there other than what we brought aboard. On my way to the bridge now."</span>She was a feet-on-the-ground operative and not a professional spacer; she'd had only the most rudimentary training in naval operations, and would be next to useless if the ship ever saw combat. But she had an organized mind, and could manage a reasonable impression of a quartermaster.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>