Cal gave a snort at Isi's offer to learn.  “Takes mor'en me jes showin' ye wha' buttons ta push.  Nah.  A proper pilot know 'ow ta use tha planets ta sling ye 'cross tha 'Verse an 'ow ta tell when a ship be close ta 'er breakin' point.  Som'in I barely know an' can't teach ya.”  Once more the cup was raised to her lips, the woman looking surprised when the last of the swill they called coffee dribbled onto her tongue.<br/><br/>“No' sure.  Got a meet set wi' me pa an' a client.”  She said the last word with a sneer of derision, making clear just how she felt about the meeting.  “Tha big man is comin' wi' me.  Bit o' muscle fer show.  Let 'im know I canna be push'd round no more.”