"We'll have to ask my mechanic," Beth answered. She called out to Martha, who came down the stairs with a cheerful skip. As soon as she laid eyes on the stranger, her smile faded and she immediately took on a more professional demeanor.
"What is it?" she asked calmly. Beth smiled faintly.
"Stranger, this is Martha Rallins, my mechanic," she said. To Martha, she went on, "The Stranger's got a place to get repair parts for the ship. Can you get the repairs completed by 52 hours after you get the parts?"
Martha cringed. "That's a stretch," she said slowly. "Possible, but a definite stretch..."