Navarre had secured everything in the shuttle. Having made some final arrangements, he returned to the shuttle deck, and there found his Engineer waiting anxiously on the platform. "Shouldn't you be on the bridge?" He smiled warmly at her. "I'd feel better if I were going with you." Her voice sounded small. "Not this time." He placed a hand gently on her shoulder. "There is no one I trust more with what I am asking of you." "All this secrecy." She shook her head. "It bothers me." "Blame the Klingons." He nodded. His expression softened. "You're my Engineer, second in command, and like a little annoying sister, despite being a terrible color." "Oh, yeah." She scowled at him. "Just get back here in one piece. Don't make me come rescue your ass." "Language." Navarre called out as he turned and bound down the steps. "Have them ready." "They'll be ready." She shrugged. "Damned Klingons." She muttered as she turned for the door.