Andros would like her team then, the non-touchy feely rangers, misfits. And definitely possessing attitudes that would keep most people at arms length.

She took a moment to find the shortest way to his ship and the headed out, jogging most of the way and noting landmarks here and there for the future. The less she ever had to rely on a map, the better. When she found her way, probably more than half an hour, she gave the uniform a hard and slightly confused look. He looked around her age, what was with the getup.

"So... this is your ship?"