Once they got back to the *Andromeda,* Beka would not shut up about Major Kyra.
"…seen her type before, they're everywhere," Beka ranted as she, Dylan, and Rommie came onto the Command Deck. (Rhade and Harper had agreed to show Olma around the ship, and Dylan cursed himself for not thinking of that excuse sooner.) "So uptight, so religious and judgmental-"
"Beka," Dylan said, "I don't want to be rude, but could you please take us out of orbit and set a course for the wormhole?"
"I'm on it, I'm on it," Beka said as her fingers danced on the flight controls. They heard the engines power up. "There. But like I was saying, so judgmental, as if showing one square centimeter of skin below the neck is a mortal sin. But you know, you just have to know-"
"Know what?" Dylan said. "I think I'll go to medical and see how our guests are doing." He turned to leave.
"Do you want me with you, Dylan?" Rommie pleaded.
Dylan paused on the threshold and turned back to the android. "Unfortunately," he said apologetically, "someone has to stay here to be ready if our Federation friends try to contact us. Sorry, Rommie."
"Understood."
Beka leaned against her station, watched Dylan leave, then shook her head. "Whatever." Then she turned to Rommie. The poor android had no choice but to listen. "Oh, where was I?" Beka said. "Oh yeah - you just have to know…"