For some time, only Terrela's calm breathing could be heard. She was thinking of the new crew again. It was hard as most had not introduced themselves. Finally she answered with her emotionless voice.
"Firing line for the man in the brown greatcoat if it was up to me. The rest seem acceptable, though they will have to prove themselves in the future."
Short and straight to the point. Effective and saved time, just the way she wanted it. Some might call it cold, but for the Commissar who had seen war for over 50 years any second could be your last, so quickly getting your point out was important. She continued answering Drake.
"Good. Perhaps you can finally tell what new prize you're seeking on Footfall. I don't like secrets nor surprises."
The Commissar had become suspicious when the Captain did not tell her what he wanted to do on Footfall. Gathering more crew was obvious, which was not the Drake she knew. There was something else he was after, so secret that had not even told her. There were still anger in her because of this, but Terrela suspected as well that all would be revealed in due time. That was also a part of Drake she had come to know.