Um. [Laura looks down at her hands, then realizes this is counterproductive. After a moment she makes herself stop fidgeting, puts her hands flat on the table as if to steady herself, and deliberately - but hesitantly - looks back up at Allelujah.]

I'm sorry. I'm not good with - I get nervous in open spaces like this. It's... I don't mean to be rude. Sorry.

So... you have teammates off the ship? Or does the co-ordination mean you're all here together for a while?