Moro raises a brow. ‘I thought a psychic like you would know your way around a ship like this in no time.’ His chuckle forms low in his chest.
It’s the last crack at my expense that I can let pass. I lift my chin. ‘Seems to me there’s a certain contingent of people at EASA who are threatened by the whole idea of a psychic. They just love to poke fun at the notion whenever they can. Put them in their place. Why would that be? Got something to hide, Commander? Something you don’t want me to see?’
If anything, he’s amused at my attempt to stand up for myself. ‘Me? No, not me. Too old and beat up to bother with hiding anything. Maybe they just think your science is a bit of a rort, you know, just an excuse to skip the hard training.’
‘So that’s it? Don’t think our training is tough enough?
