I shook my head and slumped forward. Huâ€™s intransigence made my fatigue that much harder to deal with, and I realised that Iâ€™d need to rest sooner rather than later.
â€œDoctor, I really would like you to help me. Itâ€™s clear to me that the situation here had been deteriorating for some time before Lyellâ€™s death, and thatâ€™s a serious administrative failure. Someone has been systematically lying to us about the state of the expedition, and I think itâ€™s obvious that there might be connections between that and the murder.â€
I stood up and made ready to leave the office. â€œYou clearly have reservations about dealing with me, but Iâ€™m here for the murder. All of these lies are going to have consequences, but discipline isnâ€™t my job.â€
â€œIt will be if they tell you to handle it.â€ Her head remained as it had been since her last statement, featureless and unmoving. I could almost feel my brain scrambling to put features, eyes, anything, on it for me to read.
I tilted my head, trying to parse her body language. â€œYes, it will be. Iâ€™d still appreciate your perspective on the murder, though. Call me if you change your mind.â€
It wasnâ€™t until the door sealed behind me that I realised how light-headed I had become.
The common room was thankfully very close. I saw that Ellin had set up a table as a makeshift workspace, but the place was otherwise deserted. I fetched water and sat down in a corner, feeling shakier than the gravity or even the residual mapping sickness could explain. I wished I could regulate my thoughts, even find a mantle to link with, but this body had none of those options; Iâ€™d have to use old-fashioned remedies: rest, water.
The pilot raised her head as I fumbled with my pocket terminal, but once it was obvious I didnâ€™t need her she was content to return to her own work. After Asteyanâ€™s display and Huâ€™s open hostility, that sort of circumspection was a relief.