The women officers' lunch meetings shouldn't be confused with the Atlantis Ladies' Poker Night. Poker night is a cross-discipline affair - military, research and medical are all represented. (And, yes, it's where cross-disciplinary problems are aired, if not always resolved. Rarely resolved, in fact. And Dr Saunders is banned for precisely that reason.)
Similarly, any real problems the women encounter are dealt with behind closed doors, in Anne's office or quiet rooms off the infirmary.
No, lunch is about visibility.
"I don't get it," says Crown on her left. "I mean, what are they so angry about?"
"Christ, weren't you paying attention?" asks Cadman, just beyond her. "They explained the whole thing - Look, I have it here," she says, slipping a sleek device from one of her pockets.
"Oi, Captains," Dusty calls up the table. "No tech in the mess."
Cadman glares at her. "Earth tech don't count."
"What the hell use is that out here?" snaps Rodriguez.
Cadman smirks at her. "They won't let me put Angry Birds onto my LSD." She taps the surface of the phone, and a horribly jaunty tune fills the mess hall.
Not that this lot were ever going to be invisible.
Ladies who lunch
Similarly, any real problems the women encounter are dealt with behind closed doors, in Anne's office or quiet rooms off the infirmary.
No, lunch is about visibility.
"I don't get it," says Crown on her left. "I mean, what are they so angry about?"
"Christ, weren't you paying attention?" asks Cadman, just beyond her. "They explained the whole thing - Look, I have it here," she says, slipping a sleek device from one of her pockets.
"Oi, Captains," Dusty calls up the table. "No tech in the mess."
Cadman glares at her. "Earth tech don't count."
"What the hell use is that out here?" snaps Rodriguez.
Cadman smirks at her. "They won't let me put Angry Birds onto my LSD." She taps the surface of the phone, and a horribly jaunty tune fills the mess hall.
Not that this lot were ever going to be invisible.