"You'll have to try harder then that for a date." She grinned, baring her tiny incisors.
Now it was Sarah's turn to look anxious, a look of trepidation darting across her pale features. Her shoulders rose and fell in a noncommittal shrug. The Edge Worlds indeed.
"Oh, this and that." The girl paused thoughtfully, debating whether or not to elaborate further. Considering what she would have to ask of the Captain, it was probably the least she could do. Still, she couldn't quite shake that lingering feeling of suspicion that had crept into her actions and thoughts since she last made the jump... She had no reason to distrust this man, she chided herself. Yet, she had precious little cause to trust him either. Distance was no indicator of intention. It was a moment before Sarah released that her break had stretched into minutes. He deserved a partial explanation, at least.
"I've mostly been working on bodies. You know, around Minor. Trying to identify them, I mean." And scavenge any useful tech you can. Her conscience chided. Sarah promptly shut it out, a practice that had become disturbingly easy as of late. "The ships seem to be locked in orbit. Can't quite figure out what's keeping them there. Not yet, anyway. Guess it's more of a Cambridge thing, huh? Been meaning to ask one of them, actually."
"Which kinda ties in with what I asked you here for." Her computer, a clunky device that looked more like something a desperate bird would construct then a piece of modern technology, hummed briefly, the vibration nearly shaking her left arm off. "I wanted your help in looking into something. Right, okay. You know what this is, right?"
Crystal blue lines darted out from the device, an incoherent glowing mess for a moment, before it consolidated itself, dots of light maneuvering to the centre of the projection. It took a moment for the details to manifest themselves, but the basic shape was all too clear. Wide funnel, slowing deepening to a hovering blue maw.
