Thatcher turns her head to look back at him, silently ordering herself not to blush. "It would be a temporary arrangement," she says in her most neutral tone. It isn't easy to maintain. "As I said earlier, Fraser, for all I know you're the last of my command. I want you--that is, I think it would be best if we stayed in close contact--communication--until we can discover a way to return home. Or ... make more permanent arrangements here."