"Griffin, you and I are going to look at this eyeliner replica of the control panel things of doom over there and see if we can't sort out how the system works. Remi, when we figure out what we think works I want you to execute it. Just hit the buttons I tell you."

The idea that this could go badly wasn't one that she wanted to dwell on. She'd vomit if she did. No one wanted that.

"Probably some nutjob alien with his pants around his ankles enjoying this all far too much. Screw him," she said to Mary.