Every human on board the Argo stood in a loose gaggle in the front of the cargo bay.
ArgoErik had been surprised by how readily Anne and Lanara agreed to his suggestion, the former because of her remaining obvious disdain for him and the latter because of her monomaniacal obsession with engineering over everything else, let alone games.
He wasn’t going to complain because besides wanting to promote interaction with the new crew, he was now craving a good game of darts.
Certain realities about Lanara’s participation became clear when the engineer ran over to where he was setting up the dartboard.
She pointed near the top. “It needs to be farther up.” She tapped her PNIU and slowly lifted her finger, her eyes narrowed. “Another 1.27 centimeters. Adjust it now, Blackwell.”
Erik stared at
