She could usually follow along but Cal found herself looking askance at Isi.  “Whatcha on about?”  Shaking her head she took another drink.  “No' 'portant.”  Waving her hand she finished off another cracker.  “No' sure 'ow long we'll be grounded.  I 'ate bein' on tha' planet.”  Rubbing at the bandage on her shoulder more because it was there than due to irritation she let out a long sigh.  “Be nice if'n we ken find a proper pilot.”