Indeed, Feldt was on the bridge. Chris had gone off to dinner with Feldt agreeing to take the double shift. She was typing away at the keyboard with Haro floating near her shoulder. The door opening grabbed Haro's attention and flapped happily around Feldt's head and settling on her lap.

Lockon, Lockon, the little robot chirped happily.

Feldt tore her eyes from the windows and pages displayed and stopped to look over. The faintest of smiles twitched on her lips for a second before smoothing out.

"Hello," she said, turning in her seat.