"Well, I'm here," she said, with an eyeroll that seemed to start at the waist and move itself up her torso and and out through the strands of her blonde hair. "The Omicron Theta artifacts are not going to sort themselves out, and it's either me or Assistant Engineer Logan."

She'd rather have that man overseeing the plumbing upgrades on Deck 12 for professional and personal reasons. Hell, she'd rather see that man off the ship. Argyle wasn't overly friendly, but he was a professional. Logan? Some instincts about who to trust never went away.

"So, open the damn door!"