"Jesus shitballsing Christ," Maggie muttered, taking a ginger step away from the steaming Warock. She glanced around, but Kal had already left, and she smacked a hand against her forehead. This was what she needed. One fight sprung up, and there were sure to be more to follow. "Hey," she snapped, trying to get their attention without actually getting in Rockland's way. "HEY." Eventually, she resorted to throwing a screwdriver at the back of his head.

"You are [i]officers[/i] on a Union ship," she hissed, hands balled into fists on her hips. "You want to fucking act like it? I get that things are a little tense right now, but [i]Jesus Christ,[/i] at least [i]act[/i] like adults! I will pull rank, I swear to fucking God, I don't need actual crew in the brig—"