A few thoughts were tirelessly running back and forth across Ji-ho's mind as she faced Ilya who was seated across his desk.
Only a few minutes ago, she had been enjoying the handsome face of James and now she was allowed to appreciate Ilya's patrician features and noble bearing. How was a girl so lucky in one night?
The commander had just showered and his hair was still damp. She could smell the fresh shampoo and soap scent that he gave off.
"Ensign Robinson," he said with all seriousness. "You're very friendly with the alien."
"Sir, am I in trouble?" She asked. Ji-ho was attempting to fish out information from Ilya by searching his thoughts but the man was guarded against her and there was little she found. To her relief, the navigator felt frustration rather than anger from the commander's side. But what was he so frustrated and annoyed about all the time?