Conall Barclay
"That's the reason I'm still here as well, to tell ye the truth,"
Conall said drily.
"Let's see..."
he checked his wrist computer.
"I reckon we've known each other for at least five minutes now, and we haven't tried to kill one another. But the day's still young. Let's see how we're doing after ten."
There was a glimmer of amusement in his eye.
He led her through a few of the common rooms, pointing out a few rather obvious details in each one, and occasionally throwing in some less obvious tips, like a warning about a finicky kitchen appliance, or which crew members had a tendency to want certain rooms to themselves at certain times.
"One thing I do need t' mention, though,"
he said as they stopped in the crew lounge.
"The capt'n may have told you this already, but I just want t' be clear. There's a kid in our crew... well, he's not really a kid. He's named Rylan. He has this thing about AI. Hates 'em. I won't go into detail, because it's not my place to go rattling off on other people's life stories, but there's a good reason for it - no offense. He's been through a lot. Just eh... be careful around him, and try not to pry. He don't like talkin' about himself."
There was a solemn look in Conall's eyes. Conall couldn't help but be sympathetic to the boy. From what little he knew about the boy's history, they had similar pasts. Well, not that similar, but Conall understood what it was like to be the sole survivor of an entire world. If it was his call, he would have rejected this newcomer - friendly as she and her AI friend seemed - solely for the kid's sake.
But he was not captain, and Jayden had made her decision.