Sarah grinned, welcoming Patri to the table. The grin faded very quickly indeed when the Naval Officer walked in. If they'd been tension before, the room was positively ready to snap now. The Engineer frowned, concern creasing her otherwise smooth face. She slowly flicked the computer projecting the Osiris firmly into the 'off' position. It was no good drawing attention.
She nervously shifted her hands under the seat, hanging onto the wooden underside like a child on a rollercoaster. It wasn't much, but it made her feel a little better. Please don't let there be shooting. It was a new dress, after all.
