“No, mom. You put the emotion-clause on the front of the statement so they know how it’s supposed to be interpreted.” Alex sat in the darkened bridge, illuminated by dozens of holographic displays. His mother’s image was front and center, bleary-eyed from the early morning call.
“That’s fine.” His mother may have ignored what he just told her. She may just have been half asleep. “Be sure to let the Shipmaster know she’s doing a great job.”
