At least the message seems to get through, if the teenager's body language is any indication. Cal arches a brow at him then. A slight improvement is better than nothing, he supposes.

"How about not be so focused on BeeDee," he suggests. "You haven't been here long, right? Guess we established that much earlier, not that it takes much to guess. We've only got so many around, so new faces are easier to pick out." He gestures to the ships. "You find out which one you were assigned?"