She shook her head again, trying to concentrate on the task ahead. Elisa checked the chronometer on the office wall. Had it really been only five minutes since she showed up here to deliver their meals? Oret hadn’t even tasted the liver and onions she’d made especially for him. “Elisa?” Zemos prodded. “How many crew would you say we’re going to come across on our way to the captain’s quarters?” She considered. “It’s right after shift change. Everyone who just got done working is probably in the mess hall, and the others are running the ship. I know some corridors that almost never get used, plus the transport tube is just down the hall. It will take us almost to the doorstep of where we want to go.” Oret asked, “Where are we most likely to be seen along your route?” Elisa felt a stab of impatience. If they’d quit with the questions already, she could have them where they’d enjoy some privacy in a matter of minutes. “In the officers’ quarters area. Are we going or not?”
