He does his best to compact as much disdain as possible into the icy look he shoots her as he begins dissecting the console's streamlined flow of information, extrapolating anything relevant to location or destination or distance as it relates to superliminal travel on a specific if unlisted and unknown and unquantified plane.
He finds her question superfluous and therefore easily ignored.
The minutes elapse (or hours, possibly, though the measurement of time ultimately matters very little) and he is able to distinguish and execute on a visible heads-up display. The pale blue of a vertical holographic diagram depicts the Milky Way's swirled structure, indicating the ship's point of origin.
"The ship was launched from there." He studies the reconstructed galaxy, wholly focused, fiercely intent. "Thousands of years ago."
He wordlessly depresses one of the consoles buttons.
The point of origin begins to travel, leaping from galaxy to galaxy in a clear map of the innumerable, astronomical light years of distance between Destiny and Earth.
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He finds her question superfluous and therefore easily ignored.
The minutes elapse (or hours, possibly, though the measurement of time ultimately matters very little) and he is able to distinguish and execute on a visible heads-up display. The pale blue of a vertical holographic diagram depicts the Milky Way's swirled structure, indicating the ship's point of origin.
"The ship was launched from there." He studies the reconstructed galaxy, wholly focused, fiercely intent. "Thousands of years ago."
He wordlessly depresses one of the consoles buttons.
The point of origin begins to travel, leaping from galaxy to galaxy in a clear map of the innumerable, astronomical light years of distance between Destiny and Earth.