Spike, Dora
"If we have someone who can steer the boat ... we've got nothing to lose. The chance to take matters into our own hands. I don't trust this ..." she gestured with one hand. "I don't trust them."
Maybe she'd been jaded by her months on the islands. Maybe it was simply her nature. Either way, she'd feel more comfortable if they went to their own destination rather than to another lab that may or may not bring them home.
"I don't know how many others will agree with it. How many of them actually think we're going home. How many of them want to see this to the end, to go home to their own words or ... the words of their lovers."
Either way, whatever they decided, they'd have to do it fast. If they were supposed to be at the lab by evening, that gave them seven, maybe eight hours, but the sooner the better.
"I only saw three crew members," Dora began. "The two that ushered us on, and one that was inside the ..." she made a slight twitching gesture with her fingers. "The room with the wheel." Whatever the technical, nautical term was, she wasn't certain. She didn't deal much with ships, and when she did, it was never at the driving end of it.