Questions A Lady Shouldn't Have To Answer

Miranda was in her cabin reading when there was a knock on her door. "Enter" and some of her fellow passengers on their ship came in. She didn't know them well, but she would try to be pleasant, since the situation they were in was bad enough without her being rude as well. She kept reading as they looked at each other, which forced her to suppress a chuckle. Finally, a young woman stepped forward. "We were wondering if you knew how much longer we would be here?" the young woman wanted to know. Miranda closed her book and sat up. "I really have no idea," she answered. "My grasp of interplanetary spacecraft is somewhat limited. Is someone in a hurry?" An older man, nearly her age, spoke next, making no effort to be pleasant. "I'm in no real hurry, but I'd like to get going. You talk to that thing that runs this place. How can you have no idea?" "Thing? What thing?" So much for being pleasant.