Ann was running fatigue scans on the containment vessels when she over heard the trouble. Her first instinct was to fade into the background and let Heather and Scotty deal with the kid. God knew she was a lot better with alien animals than with human children.
But then the little brat mouthed back to Mr. Scott and was clearly still hammering on buttons. That couldn't go on. Hmm. What would her mother do?
"Young man, you stop that this instant!" She put her hands on her hips and tried to look stern and imposing. "Where are your parents?"