"Sir," came Sinclair's reply, swiftly falling alongside. Not a surprise, all things considered. None of the other Admirals scheduled to arrive on the Avalon had made it.
One held out hope that they may have been diverted or simply delayed, but the more fatal possibility hung in the air like the stink of a dead fish.
"I've been hoping for an opportunity to depart, soon as possible. Not that my XO isn't capable, but I'd rather be making a contribution with the Taranis than to a chair."
Not that she wasn't capable of providing over-arcing command assistance, but her place was more directly that of being in charge of her assigned battlestar. It was an itch which refused to go away.