The camera begins recording once more, displaying on screen Evangeline's worn-out, jaded countenance before the drab, un-maintained backdrop of the dry dock housing the wounded cruiser Maelstrom.
Where do I begin....
You keep referring to me as "dude" and "man" and other distinctly masculine terms.
I would think by the condition I present, that being a mother expectant two weeks ago; it would be obvious that I am not of the masculine variety. That was somewhat annoying at first and rather irritating as it continued.
Your inability to notice information until it had been presented before you was also rather perturbing. I find myself able to understand why Gunther and others react the way they do sometimes when I don't quite get something. It really is aggravating.
Further more your conduct in the field is questionable at best. You have yet to claim a ship under the bounty and have been doing nothing but clogging up valuable radio frequencies.
I can no longer offer you any work.
Good bye.
Evangeline motions to the young girl operating the camera, who presses a button atop the device, dipping the screen into static.