[ The worry doesn't end at her. Andyr's spent much of the day since the announcement roaming the ship and inspecting just how short they were being cut. He doesn't exactly have any kind of experience with running a space ship, but this seems cutting it excessively close. ]

Captain Tight-ass and his friend Hair Gel from who even fucking knows where? Yeah, I'm sure that'll get me real far. [ The way they'd marched in and promptly took over as if there'd be no question, declaring everyone's routines and resources resolutely shifted, they didn't seem up to compromise in the least. ]

Either they're assholes or they're desperate. Neither one of those takes bitching well.