Chapter 3They were heading to what the captain called the mess, but she stopped off with an “excuse me a moment” at a door not far from the infirmary. Inside the section a man sat at a workstation with many screens ranged on the wall in front of him, hunched at the console, tapping at a keyboard. Long, dark red hair hung limply over his collar. He didn’t look up when they came in.
“Johaan,” the captain said.
He answered with a barely grunted out, “Ez.” Margot was surprised. The captain comes in and he doesn’t even turn around?
“Got our latest early riser here,” Hillary said. “Say hello.”
The man turned to look at Margot, though she realized from the many camera feeds he had on his board that he must know her already. They showed rooms and corridors all over the ship.
“Hello,” he said.
