Kelvok doesn't say anything, but he makes an eloquently skeptical face.

Skepticalface!

Kelvok finds a place to sit that isn't in view of the other party during hailings.

And Lalita makes contact with the Prometheus.

Isabella is still a mask of calm, sitting in her captain's chair, serenely responding to the hail. "Hello."

"I've disabled this ship's weapons systems," he says in Vulcan. "I'm going to return to the Prometheus and then we can all leave. Okay?"

"Yes."

"Impossible," mutters Kelvok under his breath.

He giggles as he sets up the transporter.

Isabella is still sitting in her chair when he arrives. She has plotted a course to the next system she had lined up for survey.

She sets the Prometheus on its course in silence.

Lalita finds somewhere to put his stolen weapons.

Isabella makes no comment. On the weapons, on Lalita having taken them, on anything.

Flying, flying. The soft music Isabella put on earlier when she was getting dressed comes to an end. She queues up something else in a similar vein, neutrally, and on it comes.

Lalita continues not to say anything.

Isabella allows the music to lapse into silence after the next collection is through, and she reads a little, and then she goes to bed.

Lalita... doesn't go to bed.

Isabella is up ten hours later. She takes another shower. She changes outfits again. She comes out and sits in her chair and puts on music. She reads the news.

Lalita is sleeping in the copilot's chair during all of this.

Isabella keeps the music respectfully soft and inputs her commands to the ship computer nonverbally when possible.