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’
Right
,
’
added
Brett
.
Ripley
shook
her
head
,
looked
put
upon
.
’
Whenever
he
says
anything
,
you
say
"
right
.
"
You
know
that
,
Brett
?
’
He
grinned
.
’
Right
.
’
She
turned
to
face
the
engineer
.
’
What
do
you
think
about
that
,
Parker
?
Your
staff
just
follows
you
around
and
says
"
right
"
.
Like
regular
parrots
.
’
Parker
turned
to
his
colleague
.
’
Yeah
.
Shape
up
.
What
are
you
,
some
kind
of
parrot
?
’
’
Right
.
’
’
Oh
,
knock
it
off
.
’
Dallas
was
sorry
for
the
unthinking
comment
.
A
little
levity
would
do
them
some
good
,
and
he
had
to
up
and
step
on
it
.
Why
did
he
have
to
be
like
that
?
The
relationships
among
the
members
of
the
tug
’
s
crew
were
more
informal
ones
among
equals
than
a
boss
-
and
-
employee
type
of
chain
of
command
.
So
,
why
did
he
all
of
a
sudden
feel
compelled
to
play
captain
?
Perhaps
because
they
were
in
a
crisis
situation
of
sorts
and
someone
had
to
officially
be
’
in
charge
.
’
He
was
stuck
with
the
responsibility
.
Lousy
job
.
Right
now
he
’
d
much
rather
have
Ripley
’
s
or
Parker
’
s
.
Especially
Parkers
.
The
two
engineers
could
squat
back
in
their
private
cubicle
and
blithely
ignore
everything
that
didn
’
t
directly
affect
them
.
So
long
as
they
kept
the
engines
and
ship
’
s
systems
functioning
,
they
were
answerable
to
no
one
save
each
other
.
It
occurred
to
Dallas
that
he
didn
’
t
particularly
like
making
decisions
.
Maybe
that
was
why
he
was
commanding
an
old
tug
instead
of
a
liner
.
More
revealingly
,
maybe
that
was
why
he
never
complained
about
it
.
As
tug
captain
he
could
spend
most
of
his
ship
time
in
hypersleep
,
doing
nothing
but
dreaming
and
collecting
his
salary
.
He
didn
’
t
have
to
make
decisions
in
hypersleep
.
