“Why haven’t we left yet?” Carolina said over her radio. York was doing some kind of dexterity finger exercise next to her. Wash was imitating his motions with less precision, and Wyoming was watching the both of them and, if she had to bet on it, smirking.
South leaned forward in her seat to stare into the open cockpit door. “She’s just sitting at the console with her feet up.”
Connie shot forward next to her. “I think she’s reading one of those trashy magazines she always buys when we’re on leave…”
“Pilot!” Carolina said again.
“Hmm?” Niner responded leisurely, not turning in her seat.
“What is the hold up?”
“Oh, I just figured I’d give you guys a chance.”
Carolina sat back in her seat and tapped her fingers against her thigh. “Give us a chance…” she repeated, chewing on her cheek.