Katie smiled sweetly until the second the hatch closed, then scowled and shook her head in frustration with herself.  "Anything for the troops," she parroted as she stormed off down the passageway.<br/><br/>At the command to man her lift station, Katie headed back to her cabin.  Less contact with her fellow human beings meant fewer opportunities to do or say anything else stupid.  Good: it was empty.  She slumped into the workstation and logged into the environmental monitoring system.  The audio stream carried the normal call and response of terse pre-lift checks and confirmations, mostly between the Captain and Woody.<br/><br/>"Fuel cell purge complete.  Beginning APU start up sequence."<br/><br/>"Roger.  Engines to start up position."<br/><br/>Captain Rolsing's voice shared the unflappable cadence of every pilot she'd ever heard working.  It was the voice of a man with absolute confidence in his ability to transport a pressurised tin can filled with humans from this planet to the next.  Katie's main job was really as simple as keeping the humans fed and watered for the duration of the trip, but she still took pride in contributing to the missions of men and women like Rolsing.  And even if she weren't a pilot, she'd flown regularly in space, and now she was about to visit another<em>star,</em>and not too many of the girls she'd gone to school with could say that.