He initiated a limited system diagnostic before she took her place beside him. The first figures flickered across the monitor. Nothing that could give away his Grandfather's greatest secret.
"It is looking good," she said. "Under the circumstances."
Surprised she'd add such a qualification, he kept his attention on the screen. "I make our best speed to be two."
"And our maximum flight time to be fourteen hours."
He scrolled the data. "Add at least four hours between flights to check, review, and recalibrate."
"What do you make of these fuel burn estimates?"
"Sketchy. We'll need a live test to firm them up."
"A lot of good that'll do us if there's nowhere to go that's in range."
She turned to him. "It has been a long day for both of us, and we can't afford to use up any fuel until we know what direction to head in. I suggest you shut things down here while I get back to that review of your star charts."
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