Meh.  She had the top bunk.  Katie quickly stowed her bag in the empty locker, not bothering to lock it up.  She quickly checked her reflection in the polished steel mirror next to the hatch, found her makeup still pleasingly immaculate, and then headed back out of the cabin.  While she walked she checked the tablet again - it wasn't the same model or operating system she was used to, and she wasn't exactly sure what the blinking light meant.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">[COMPUTERS + INT = 7]</span><br/><br/>She walked back out across the runway, conscious of the bitchy Naval officer watching her every step from inside the departure lounge.  She adopted a confident, nonchalant pace and resisted the urge to make eye contact.  Swiping her ID at the departure door she stepped back inside the lounge.<br/><br/>"The ship's ready to board, gentlemen," she announced brightly, stepping up behind a small and bare desk beside the departure door.  She brought up the passenger checklist on the tablet.  "Okay, do we have a Mister Rayumi?"  A soldier raised his hand and she beamed at him.  "Welcome aboard!  And a Mister Tucks..."  One by one she checked each of the passengers off from her checklist.  "Okay, now I'm required to read you an important safety notice..."  It was a variation on the words she'd read aloud hundreds of times and she delivered it with studied perfection.  "Thank you, guys, now let's get you all aboard.  If you'd care to follow me out onto the runway..."  She led them out to the<em>Jonquil,</em>the click of her heels on the plascrete contrasting with the dull thump of the men's combat boots.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">[STEWARD + INT = 11]</span>