Bronwyn jerked awake to the sound of beeping. She turned her aching head and saw the panel she sat next to was telling her something. Hunched forward, she tried to process what was happening.
"Pod?" She barely recognized her voice as the deep croaking rasp assaulting her ears. "What pod?"
Sun stood over her shoulder, Quinn at the other, crowding her and making her want to puke.
She felt terrible but no one cared. All they wanted to know was what was on her screen. "Someone launched an escape pod," Sun said. "But who?"
"Quinn?" Minnesota's annoying voice called from behind her. "There's a message on the com."
Archer came through loud and clear.
"We need Sun in the infirmary. Sammel's been shot."
At least Sun moved. She was gone so fast Bronwyn hoped the irritating girl was a figment of her imagination. Quinn took his time, creatively cursing over the panel Bronwyn would have found instructive if it weren't for her pounding head.