“It’s me,” Bobbie repeated. “I’m the mission commander. But if you really don’t—” “Oh,” Holden said. “No. No, that’s different.” Alex said, “Yeah,” and Naomi uncrossed her arms. Bobbie relaxed. “Should have said so in the first place, Chrissy,” Amos said. “Go fuck yourself, Burton. I was getting to it.” “So, Bobbie,”
