"If I had to put a finger on the pulse of it... people who are so stressed it's affecting their work in ways that don't just look fucking dog tired. That's easy to understand. But they get twitchy... or worse they start talking like they've got a plan." He growled at the latter. "I don't mean, 'I think I figured out a plan to up the shield output by 50 god-damned percent so we don't feel the next impact."

The ship gave a small Shudder. Prove his point, would you.

"I mean, plans like 'I know how to get us all out of this.'" His head shook and his lips thinned. "Truth is, none of us fuckers do. If we actually had that plan, we'd be doing it already. A real plan involves lots of little plans by tired people to make it all work. One big save us all plan will probably kill us all."