Slowly, she tilts her head back in Severus' direction to stare at him. Or at least the side of his head. As if she isn't quite sure what to make of his disdain. What an ass.

Odessa likes him already.

"Well, I'm sure it's all wonderfully fascinating and terribly tedious." So go fuck yourself, maybe. "We can't seriously be expected to believe that the ship does all of this itself." She doesn't expect that he believes it either. It's a ship. "There's always somebody pulling the strings."