Evangeline eyes off the neon-green glow of the frigate's radar system, the larger industrious remnants of the Pittsburgh debris field clouding the scanner result rendering it basically useless.
We're not headed anywhere. They're coming to us.
Evangeline talks without making eye contact as she lords over the computer screen, checking it intently for any changes. Despite being clouded with false pings it was still able to show movement - a trick the seasoned hull cutter had learnt a long time ago.
Bret. This is your wife we're putting at risk here. I don't think a few handguns is overkill, do you?
Evangeline raises her head and smiles coyly at Vixen.
They'll be on their way by now. We've nothing to do but wait until they get here.