"I care about right and wrong," says Cambridge, firmly. "And, I wasn't going to be so formal about it, but yes, I am a counselor. Or, rather, I was, before I was grabbed by a godlike being and placed a decade and a half in the past, on a ship where I never wanted to serve, in a situation I find both extremely uncomfortable and extremely boring."

This may all be said a little harshly, but it's not at her, it's at the situation itself. He hates it here.

He rubs at the bridge of his nose. "My apologies," he says. "It's not your fault. So, yes, I would help, and, to be honest, I'd like something to do."