He frowned. His expression turned worried. “I feel fine.” He gave her an alarmed look. “Nothing has happened, right? I haven’t . . . done anything, have I?”
The expression on his face alone worried Melati more than anything. Her gut feeling said that he was innocent and should not be executed. Sadly, executions were a reality of war in space.
She glanced at the door.
Where was Dixon?
She wiped sweat from her forehead. Who else could she tell about this computer problem? Where was Dr Chee? She pinged his PCD but he didn’t reply. Probably in a meeting as well. The general announcement screen on the wall said, Alert Level 1. There were all sorts of processes and protocols related to that. He might have to help prepare antigrav couches and medication for when the ship needed to make seriou
