Maggie's forehead hit the desk as Kal stormed out of the room. She folded her arms around her head, muttering a stream of impressive invectives in multiple languages as she tried to mentally sort out the shitstorm that was the upper crew. Engineering genius she might be, people person she was not. Ask her to jump the ship from one system to another with less than half a klick of leeway, sure, she could do it. But get people to [i]shut up and work together[/i] for thirty seconds? Nope, no can do.

"Please don't tear each other's heads off before we're even planetside," Maggie mumbled, voice muffled by the table. She sat up, pinching the bridge of her nose to stave off the coming headache. "Fucks' sake, how the hell does the Captain [i]do[/i] this?" she muttered to herself, standing and collecting her datapad. "I"ll just—fuck, someone else take over, I'm gonna go calibrate the shuttle." No need to use the transporter when the shuttle was in perfect working condition.