Katie plucked at her neckline, finally feeling the heat.  A couple taps in the environment control system brought the cabin temperature back down to the nipple hardening 18 degrees favoured on a Cosmica flight.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Engineering + 3 = 10</span><br/><br/>She signed out of the screen and headed back out through the passageway.  The view through the portholes was starry blackness.  She paused outside the room that had requested assistance, and tapped twice on the hatch.  "It's the steward," she announced herself.