Clarke raised his eyebrow slightly, remaining silent after her outburst.
- Here you go. - he handed her the suitcase. - There's a comm panel next to the doorway. I hope I do not have to instruct you on how to use it. Give me a call, should you need anything. - the ship shook gently after Clarke finished speaking.
- All hands, prepare for departure. Impulse drive engaging in ten seconds. - a female voice came from the panel, as well as some hidden speakers on the corridor. Clarke started to turn around, preparing to leave.
