Amusement tugging at her lips, being new on board she concentrated on maintaining a neutral expression in case anyone glanced over while she studied the crew at their stations, assessing their ability to respond to danger and the manner in which they regarded each other. Easy to relax on a ship such as this, but she should figure out which team members might give her trouble.
The curly-haired man—Marshall—barked out orders which the others followed, not with blind faith, but reacting on instinct. In an emergency, they performed well together. Whether this was always the case, only time would tell her.
“So, just who the hell are you?” Marshall demanded, once the spacecraft got underway, and they could divide their attention.
She ignored him, fingers floating in languid sensuous movements
