She knew he couldn't say anything, but it didn't help. And it wasn't the civilan fleet she was worried about. Given the behaviour of some of the officers on the Avalon and the way it was all handled she felt she had good reason to be worried. It had been insane.
And the relocation of crew and passengers on the ten ships that were being prepared for... whatever it was they were being prepared for...
"Just hope they know what they're doing."
They'd reached the grove where the orchard trees stood in rows, the leaves turning a myriad shades of yellows, reds, oranges and browns.