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“That’s the problem, Scott–”
“Oh, please do enlighten me.”
“You always think there’s sides to this.”
Scott snorted dismissively. “I’m not listening to this.”
“You never do.”
But he was already slamming a fist on the door panel, striding out with the hatch hissing behind him.
Cora gave Sara an exasperated look. “I’ll see if I can’t hose down the jarhead.”
Sara nodded shortly and watched Cora leave on softer boots than her brother had. She wouldn’t mind hitting something herself, truth be told. She sighed and sat back at the terminal, pulling up the mission data to begin her report.
“I’m not optimistic about the outcome of that report in your current state of mind, Sara,” Sam said, using only her terminal’s speakers.
“You could write it for me,” she said with false levity.
Sam was quiet. Then– “Your father told me to stop doing that.”
“Only after Scott tattled,” she grumbled. She poked a bit at the interface keys. “Speaking of, why did you never write Scott’s reports for him?”
“You mean do his homework?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Under her fingers, the interface suddenly flashed neon orange and locked Sara out of further input. On the holoscreen, the report began filling itself out with relevant details from Sara’s personal implant.
“You’re just trying to get me to say that you’re my favorite,” Sam accused.
Smiling, Sara rested her chin on her fists and watched Sam work.
“Aren’t I, though?”