Russ shook her head slowly. "Perhaps you'll regard this situation with the gravity it merits when those machines tear through the hull and pull your arms and legs off."

Tai's expression fell, but Elif wasn't having any of that. "Coming here was your idea, Russ."

Her head jerked back a fraction of an inch as if to get a better look at him. "I recall vigorously arguing against using the conduit."

Without a beat, Elif continued, "Which means you wanted us to argue for it, and to take the blame when it went sideways." Aside, to Tai, he murmured "Paranoia. It's great! It's always somebody else's fault." To Russ: "So, how long do we have before we die screaming?"

"The ship's camouflage system will adapt to the local environment in about three minutes, but I doubt we'll have that much - "

Three loud knocks sounded from the front of the ship, metal on metal. " - time before they find us. Oh, well. We're dead. Tai, it's been good working with you. Elif, you've been a medium-sized pain in the ass." Russ sat down on the end of Tai's bed and folded her hands in her lap.

I'm not sure. Melancholy, certainly.
You tell me.
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