Once again, Avion awoke to yelling. More specifically, Aramus yelling at Lilith.
"You changed our course?"
"Yes."
"Well, you can bloody well change it back."
"No."
Avion couldn't see it-bloody robotic eyes on the glitch again-but he could just imagine Aramus' purple face as he hollered. "What do you mean no? I'm the commander on this vessel."
"You don't wear a uniform." Lilith truly was starting to fit in, down to the sassy attitude all cyborgs adopted.
"I don't need one. Even if I gave orders wearing nothing but a piece of foil to cover my junk, I'd be commander, not you, freaky girl. I say where we go. And where we're going is not to where you've got us heading. Which is where by the way?"
"I've changed our course to bring us to someone who can help Avion."
"Back up a second. I thought you said this T'xa place had answers to our creation. Shouldn't they also have a cure for what ails him?"