The voices rang out through the room, echoing slightly off the stark, bare conference table and the sleek, unadorned walls.
"A little sunshine will do us good." A pause. "What do you say?"
A moment of hesitation, and then a smaller, higher-pitched voice, "Well, okay, just for a bit."
The first voice, brightly, "It will be fun."
Something dragging, footsteps, one set lighter than the other. Then different footfalls approaching, and a crackle of static. The dragging stops.
A male voice, "Hey, do you know where Regina is by any chance?"
"I haven't seen her since last night. She wasn't at breakfast?"
A beep and a crackle. "That's a negative." Another bleep. "No, and she's not in the commander's office or her quarters," the male voice replied.
A pause. "Try the weapons arena, or maybe medical?"
"Thanks. You need any help with that?"
"We got it, thank you."