"Khementari. It is time for the debriefing." Zeta's internal calendar warned her that she was going to be late. Zeta was never late. Her compatriots were surely going to give her odd looks, since she was in fairly good condition when she left the hangar, but it was no matter. This wasn't something worth hiding. They had been rather forward with each other in the hangar, so everyone certainly knew anyway. Perhaps this could serve as the social glue Zeta had been trying to find. "Release me. I must repair and dress. So must you."