He removed the toothbrush to answer but the voice issuing over the ship-wide comm drowned him out.
“Miss. Archer, this is the bridge. We have an incoming message for you, from a… Mrs. Archer-Russell?”
“She blinked in surprise, sitting up. “What? How the hell did she manage to get the message to me here?”
“It’s not live, I’m afraid. We recovered your personal data stream from the last relay tower we passed by and picked up a couple of messages. I…” There was a pause and a cough. “Well, I figured you’d be a guest with us for a while, so I added your credentials to our comms array. I hope that was okay?”
“That’s Skinny,” Zero stage-whispered. “He’s our comms guy. Ain’t nothing he can’t do with a radio.”
There was a laugh from the speakers. “Yeah, it’s a little more complicated than a ‘ra
