Her superiors were around somewhere, but none of them were part of this conversation.

"It means a couple of hours ago I was orbiting Ofsted XVII, and I suspect you were on a Cybertron that isn't an abandoned ruin." Nautica gestured around them at the empty city. "There isn't a drive out there that could have jumped me back in one go--" what with the Lost Light currently being a quantum foam-spewing wreck and all "--and even a space bridge would have been noticeable. I assume you just found yourself suddenly elsewhere as well."

She resisted the impulse to add that he had been dead for four million years and that she found that somewhat suggestive as well. It was not a restraint born entirely of kind motives--he was obnoxious enough already without getting an explanation of how horrifically the Senate had failed.