[Tarn’s approach isn’t exactly stealthy from where Zam’s standing. She can practically feel his footsteps as he draws closer and it’s no mystery who he’s approaching either. So by the time Tarn crouches down to peer into the transporter, he’ll find Zam backed up to the far end of the vessel, blaster drawn and aimed at his face. Her response to his question is a single terse syllable.]
no subject
Guess.