"Ivanä saw her superior's raised eyebrow and gulped. Then she tried saving her ass. "I think... well, what I'm trying to say, Ma'am, the only way to ...erify the signal is to get closer." She gulped again. "But, of course, that's your decision, Captain... Ma'am."A grunt unnerved Ivanä. Even more now, she regretted speaking out of turn. Time seemed to stand still as the crew awaited their Captain's orders."Number One, full impulse," F. Ukkers pointed at the display, "towards whatever that thing. I suspected that we just like doing it.I know a few people wondered if I was doing them both but as I lived in the dongas and they had never seen me coming from the girl’s room or even from the staff block that rumour had died a short death.One of the blokes who was also in the dongas, asked me why Gazza was in my room this morning. Rod was a shit-stirrer and a really sad man. I explained that Gazza had told me he was off to the Army, and he was worried about being on the small skinny side, so. Not knowing where he could go to change and being obviously so courteous to know, not to wander around in the house alone, he decided to change right there, although the man could see him with the bathroom door open. One by one, Matteo dropped his shirt, pants and then the underwear, put them on the sofa and turned to see the man staring with eyes stretched open. Matteo slipped on his swim suit, grabbed his beer and hopped in the tub to join David leaving some space between themselves. They. ”Daniel reached up, pushed his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose, and stepped in closer to her. He stopped once he was a couple feet away, looked down at her, and gave a small nod. “Madame Vola.”“You know you can c-call me Natasha.”“You never call me Daniel.”“ ... never feels right. N-not since then.” She shook her head and tightened her coat around her. She wasn’t cold, she couldn’t get cold, but that barrier between her and her sire was like ice.“ ... I know you infiltrated the Lancea.