Jane couldn’t see it, but Len still gave the comm. a look. It was a grumpy sort of glare that was only a little amused; the one that was particular to Jane T. Kirk, but it didn’t have any heat behind it. She was tired and more irritated than usual, but most of it wasn’t Jane’s fault. Not this time.

“You know I will,” she told her, slumping down in her chair and rubbing a hand over her face. “Got nothing better to do. It’ll be a nice break from dealing with the idiots down here.” She was tired, and hated losing patients. And she had. So she wasn’t mincing words. Not with Jane. Not right now. Besides, there wasn’t anyone around anyway. She didn’t have to.