“Exhausting work,” Jellico snapped. “You look burned down.”
The Medic studied her. “You have some Soft-Tear, I presume?”
“Of course.” The soothing drops were a widely used remedy for eyestrain throughout the Federation.
“Break off here and use it, then. This is a long-term project and won’t be finished before we reach Canuche whether we kill ourselves on it or not.”
“I know, Doctor,” she agreed ruefully. “I just find it hard to stop sometimes once my navputer’s programmed for a job like this, especially when things’re moving well.”
She came to her feet. “Mind if I see Queex first. Sir?” she asked Miceal. “I missed dropping in on him today, and …”
“I know. I haven’t enjoyed a moment’s quiet since noon. See him by all means, and from now on you are to spend at least thirty minutes every day entertaining him. I need some peace, at least in my own quarters.”
“Thank you, Captain!”
“That was not meant as some sort of reward, Doctor Cofort,” he told her severely.
“I know. Sir, but it is all the same.”
The woman took her leave of them after that with a wave of her hand.
Jellico watched her disappear through the door. If she was tired there was no sign of it in her step, but he still fixed his comrade with a stern look. “I want to knock full value out of her, Craig, not kill her. This isn’t a slave ship.”
Tau turned to the locker where he kept his implements and more common medications. “I can’t see that one meekly submitting to abuse. — Roll up your sleeve. Captain. This won’t hurt a bit.”
“You say that every time.”
“True, when I’m giving an immunization shot. It’s medical tradition.”
He stopped talking while he prepared the laser needle, then continued. “It also seems to be tradition that no ship’s crew is ever on a nice, convenient, easily remembered schedule to receive them.”
“You could drop this one for all the good it does,” his commander grumbled. “No matter how many shots you get against Quandon Fever, a new mutation inevitably crops up, and if you’re exposed you get sick despite them all.”
“Not as sick. We hope. Besides, why make a home for the old versions? None of them’re good tenants.”
By the time Jellico felt the spark of heat from the needle,
Tau had already deactivated it. He glanced briefly at the tiny red spot it had left then rolled his sleeve back into place. “How’s your assistant doing?”
“Cofort? If I’d placed an order directly with the Spirit ruling space, I couldn’t have gotten better, at least not for this study of mine.”
“It’s more or less in her line, isn’t it? She’s an epidemiologist.”
“That title scarcely describes it. Rael Cofort knows just about every detail of every plague since premechanical Terra, and she’s very nearly as knowledgeable about mostly every other major disaster as well. She’s been even more help correlating data and interpreting it than she has been with the inputting.”
“What about practical medicine?”
The other shrugged. “Luck’s been with us, and we haven’t had to put her skills to the test.”
Craig lowered himself into the chair Rael had vacated.
“What do the others report?”
“According to Johan, she’s competent. No genius, maybe, but he can use her. Tang would put her on the screens or transceivers any time. Steen says she’s got the theory, some of it pretty obscure, but real-life calculations’re another matter. She probably could bring a ship through if pressed. He just wouldn’t care to be aboard when she tried.”
“Astrogation’s a specialized art,” the Medic observed.
“So’s surgery. None of us flyboys’d want to take a crack at that.”
“Frank’s opinion?”
“He wouldn’t need to have a blaster put to his head to make him eat her cooking, but he’d rather keep her chained to the hydro. Claims she could pull fruiting plants out of deep space.”
Tau nodded. “She seems to like dealing with living things, which is natural enough for a Medic, I suppose. At any rate, it can get results. — Trade’s people work on a grand scale. What has Van to say?”
Jellico spread his hands wide. “That she knows goods, especially luxury items, but whether she can do anything with them is anyone’s guess. Her dealings with us are no indication. We’re her own kind, and she was holding the blaster.”
That was about what Tau had expected to hear. “Strong in biotic areas, adequate with machines and math.” The common pattern. Most people leaned to one or the other.
“It’s the degree of achievement she’s attained in the areas where she’s good that sets her apart. I’d say Teague Cofort was none too pleased when she lifted off the Roving Star.”
“Credits down he wasn’t,” Miceal agreed. Even if he had been more than a little relieved to see her go.
“What about you? Have you been able to learn anything yourself?” He knew Rael had been spending a good part of what she would allow herself of free time in the Captain’s company, although there was little help she could give him on the bridge.
“Not much. She’s got a layman’s knowledge of animals, but it’s broad and detailed. She likes them, so I guess she retains whatever she reads about them. It works that way for me. At any rate, I haven’t had to talk down to her yet.”
He glowered. “Queex’ll never be the same after she goes. He looks for her to show up now. To be more precise, he demands her presence.”
“Maybe she should continue showing up,” the Medic suggested seriously.
His companion looked at him incredulously. “We know hardly anything more about that damn woman than her name!”
“Be reasonable, Miceal,” Craig said smoothly. “We could establish a precedent, a whole new rank. Hoobat-Sitter First Class …”
Too late, Jellico saw the sparkle in his dark eyes and knew he had been taken over the jets proper. He informed the other, graphically, just where and how he should file that particular suggestion.
Both were grave again in the next moment. “She isn’t terribly communicative,” Tau agreed. “Plenty of detail on a lot of different subjects, but nothing about one Rael Cofort. Do you have some suspicions over and above that mystery?”
“Just a lot of questions with no answers forthcoming.”
“You’ve done some checking?”
He nodded briskly. “Van and I both. What we could check. Her brother’s the legend of the starlanes, not her. There’s not much information on her floating around.”
“She meshes well,” the Medic observed.
“Maybe aye, maybe no. Unless I’m misreading some of the signals, Cofort rasps on a couple of our junior members. She’s older than any of them and well out of apprenticeship, but she’s so good at so damned many things that she can come across as a threat at times.”
“Dane?”
He nodded. “He’s struggling manfully to keep any ill feeling in check, but he’s not that long out of Pool, and he wasn’t exactly the most serene recruit we’d ever shipped when he first came.”
“His experience in the Pool wasn’t one of unremitting joy. — Afraid for his job?”
“Probably not. A Medic’s not likely to be after that, but with all he’s still got to learn, he can’t view Van’s tale of her prowess in the gem market with any great pleasure.”
“Well, she can’t be upsetting Shannon. According to you, she’s no shining star at all on the bridge.”
Miceal laughed. “Hardly. Rip Shannon is so secure and easy about himself that he’s almost frightening. He also happens to like just about everyone and everything on two or more legs that anyway deserves liking.”
“Ali?” he asked. “Rael’s no danger to him, either. Machines are his game, and not hers.”
The Captain began to feel uncomfortable. “We’re pushing into your field, Craig,” he apologized.
Tau only smiled. “Pray continue. You’ve managed to stay in the right lanes so far.”
“Kamil’s a different charter from the others. — No, he knows Rael Cofort can have no influence whatsoever in his department, but I think he welcomes change, however temporary, even less willingly than Thorson does. He wants, maybe desperately needs, stability, and any alteration in personnel threatens that. He’s smart enough to recognize that there isn’t a whole lot he can do about Rael’s presence, but he still isn’t likely to embrace what he has to regard as a potential hazard with open, loving arms.”
“There’s no actual hostility,” the Medic assured him.
“I’ve been monitoring the lot of us for anything of that nature.”
“Just the potential for hostility is enough to make me very nervous,” Jellico said dryly.
The Medic’s eyes narrowed. “What is it? If you’ve got something against Rael Cofort, maybe the rest of us should know about it. I haven’t seen your instincts play us false yet.”
“Like I said, just half a galaxy of questions.”