"Ugh, you know how I get in ITS, Captain. I'll get over it." Provided they didn't have to scramble, deceleration was just as bad as acceleration. The last time she had a post-jump scramble she'd ended up vomiting into her helmet. Not a pleasant time. Speaking of unpleasant, she drew her attention away from the Captain to the Corporal who had butted into the conversation and had he really just sniffed her? He was lucky he wasn't in her chain of command or she'd have him scrubbing toillets with his tongue until he became a colony for sentient fungus. Who -did- that, anyway?

This Multicultural ship was going to be an adjustment, she had a feeling.