He met her gaze, his eyes widening in alarm.
“I can’t…” he began.
She took pity on him. “No one thinks you should.”
“No one,” Tim agreed.
He might have looked affronted at this, but he was too relieved.
“What does our power level look like?” Tim asked.
She was pretty sure he was thinking of the airlock. There was no way they were going to lower the ramp.
But if this went on for too long? What then? The shuttle had some emergency supplies and Harold had come onboard with the supplies he’d taken from the flyers he’d broken into, but how long would it last?
So much depended on just how much trouble they were in.
Tim’s head turned. Their eyes met. She didn’t know how, but she was sure he shared her thoughts. Her worries.
“Start working with Veirn and,” Tim’s gaze flicked to Lt. Dish, “the lieutenant in assessing our resources. I will go talk to them.”
“I should go,” Trac objected.
Tim’s gaze went forward, surveying the outside.
“I have a feeling this human shouldn’t get a look at you unless we can help it,” he said.
“But you,” Riina began. He had cyborg implants, visible ones.
“Who else? Do we send Dr. Walker out there? Or one of the Arroxan Prime humans?”
He had a point.
“I don’t like it,” she said.
“I don’t like anything about this situation,” Tim said. And then he smiled at her. “So, we have to find a way out of it.”
Tim hadn’t taken his gear off after his last egress, so he didn’t have much to do to get ready. In fact, all he needed to do was secure his head gear.
There were things he wished he could do.
Kiss Riina.
Tell her…it was not the best time to realize that he had strong, unfamiliar feelings for her. Was it love?
He hadn’t even known what that meant when his shipmates had used that word.
Love.
Now he might know.
But she didn’t know.
And he didn’t have time to tell her.
Here he was, going out to try to save their lives, not by breaking things or shooting things—at least not yet. No, he was being tasked with talking.
His worst skill
