Murray pulled her communicator out, turning on a heel back towards the bay. "Listen here numnuts, if this problem is anyone's fault here, it's yours or your damn assistant's. I gave you an order, not Nova, and you neglected to go through the necessary protocols on old fighter craft before having your man work on it."
She passed through the door again, entering with a drawn rapier in hand. "So tell me again whose fault it is, 'operative'."