"Nothing's showing up in the reports. If something happened, either someone's covering it up or they don't know about it. Or, you know, it's Stacy O'Clock again and something insane is about to happen that'll make us reconsider our role on the ship and blah blah blah." He grinds a knuckle into his forehead. "Of course, that's taking for granted that these readouts are correct. For all we know it's just saline and chalk and Stacy's corrupted the scanner again."

The most frustrating part of living on this ship is that they never feel like they're making any progress with the powers that be. Ten years later and they still aren't any more certain of their surroundings than they started.