Merinn was going to be working on the power control regulator for the gravity compensators.

Merinn arrived in the galley. "Morning, Paris. When are we lifting? I've got some work to do, but I can take care of it enroute."

Paris shook her head, then puffed an errant lock of dark auburn hair out of her eyes as she placed a platter of fresh, steaming cinnamon rolls on the table next to the pot of coffee. Smoothing the shortie robe beneath her, she took a seat opposite Merinn and said, "That I don't know, the Captain didn't mention it to me, but I would think sometime this afternoon."

She gave a smile. "Depends on when we can also get flight clearance for a surface-to-surface jump."