Rolsing snorted and said over his shoulder, "I'll just bet you have."  But then he was back at the controls, about to put the ship into jump.  He hit a control switch, and a digital voice sounded out over the speakers in the cabin (and all over the ship).  "Jump in thirty seconds.  All passengers and crew, please find a seat somewhere as a precaution."  The lights dimmed for several seconds after the PA announcement, then came back on to full strength.<br/><br/>The captain was counting down.  "Ten... nine... maneuver drive down... seven... six... external vents opening... four... three... two... one... zero... Jump."  The last word was said quietly, almost anticlimactically.  As he said it, the ship seemed to slip sideways, as if it were sneaking up on something.  Suddenly, the exterior views were flooded with some sort of swirling shades of grey expressionist paintings.<br/><br/>Rolsing pushed another button, and shutters slid closed over the exterior views, and the flatscreens that showed exterior shots shut down all over the ship, the images replaced by a display of the progress of the trip.  "Doesn't do someone good to look into jumpspace for too long."  He watched a set of indicators for several seconds, then turned to Sue.  "Good entry, stable jump bubble.  Good job, as always."<br/><br/>Sue rolled her eyes.  "Thank you."  She patted her console.  "And thank you, ship."  She turned to Katie.  "What did you think?"<br/><br/>The captain let Katie reply, then said, "Perhaps you should get aft and check on our passengers?"  He gave her a grin, and gestured with a hand at passenger country.<br/><br/>If she left, as she left, she'd hear him ask, "Pull up the last sensor images we had.  I want to see if that ship was still paralleling us..."