She’s hiding something, Daniel thought. Maybe her injury. ... Why would she think I'd care about that?
“That’s it. Let’s get you scanned,” he said.
“I’m fine,” she said.
“I don’t think you are.”
In a flash, Jeska slapped one of the guns from Daniel’s left hand, sending the weapon flying to the floor.
Before he could react, she reached for the pistol in his right hand, took hold of its barrel, spun the pistol 180 degrees and held it to his head.
He could feel the cold metal resting on his temple.
“Ok, you’re fine, you’re fine!” he said.
He waited for a hint of a smile to show on her face to let him know she was joking. Her steely gaze didn’t change.
“Unlock the ship,” she said softly.
“It’s already unlocked,” he said, confused.
Jeska look flustered, then said, “I mean, give me control of the ship.”
“What?”
“Do it. I don’t have much time.”
“If it's about that creature, I'm telling you the shields will be up in time.”
“I’m not talking about him!” she said, with both hands gripping the weapon’s handle.
Him? he thought.
“Give me your ship!”
She’s lost it, he thought. Help her out. Just talk to her.
“Jeska, I came all this way to find you,” he said.
“Stop it,” she said.
“I almost died getting here. Quite a few times.”
“Shut up!” she said, her ice glare crumbling.
“Whatever happened we can talk about it,” he said
“I …” She looked sad and lost.
“We’ll kill that creature, we’ll find Trak …”
He didn’t mention Rachel; Jeska didn’t like Rachel.
Jeska tilted the gun downward.
When he saw that his words had reached her, Daniel sighed in relief.
