Captain Alex burst through the door of the bridge with an intense expression. "Was it coming or going, Miss Flynn?" she asked as she hurried down the short flight of stairs. Her pale blue eyes scanned over the displays she could see, as her Pilot was in the process of prepping the ship for the return to their own time. Chemical steam hissed through piping overhead as the fuel was shared between the thrust ports and the chrono-engine. Old habit forced her to look over the copper pipes, brass brackets and C-clamps to ensure there were no leaks. Not finding any, she turned her attention back to the helm.
"Returning, Cap," Angel replied without looking up from her consoles. Deft fingers turned a knob, and the steam screen displayed the readings the sensors had picked up. "They weren't even trying to hide it."