Revan sat in the copilot's seat in silence, now alone with Atton, Kira having left to lie down.
"How long until we reach the coordinates?" he asked.
"Five minutes less than the last time you asked," snapped Atton, his arms folded across his chest, leaning back in his chair. "I thought Jedi were supposed to be patient?"
"I thought soldiers were supposed to follow orders, and look how that turned out for me," he retorted.
"Insults from a Jedi? Not something you hear every day."
Revan was about to respond, when he felt a tremor building in his mind. It was Kira. He stood, and walked out of the room without another word to Atton.
"Guess I struck a nerve..." muttered Atton, staring out the window again.