"Your homeworld too, friend," Lindsey said acidly in return. The other one, Urien, may be boastful -- unreasonably so -- but it was not for this one to criticize the Confederation's mission.
As if ashamed by her momentary outburst, small as it was, she turned and left; trying to charm and collect the cat. She would have her chance with the feline before departure, she told herself. Hopefully she was a good, steady, Solomani bred one.
Before she had to stop and mentally hit her head on the metal walls of the ship. She had to get him in hand. Sooner rather than later, in fact, she even ventured to say this might be why she was hired.
"Urien. A word when we have a moment, if you don't mind." She didn't bother to hide her horrified expression. "Trickster is one word for it. I expect better from a Captain in our Navy."