Beatrice's gaze seemed to have become much more detached, lifeless, and robotic after he commented on who her family was. Her mind lingered on the words "[i]You must be so proud of yourself,[/i]" The words would not just leave her alone, and with those words came memories. Memories that drove her to do better, and to do more, even if it meant not sleeping for days. 

In response to his words, she answered coldly, mechanically, and simply, "[b]Why? I've accomplished nothing,[/b]"

When he suggested that they get started, she nodded in agreement, before she coldly stated, "[b]Don't call me that,[/b]" She then stepped forwards into the cockpit and took her seat, already getting to work with the grid right in front of her. She quickly buckled her seat when she had the chance. 

After he spoke, and she noticed that his finger was on the ignition, Beatrice stopped preparing the map, and she leaned back against the back rest of the seat, and gripped the arms. She answered seriously, "[b]Ready, Ensign,[/b]"