 Why did Lt. Britton laugh at Major Banes' anxiety?
Once every two hours, the artificial satellite looped completely around the planet, watching what went on below. Outside its bright steel hull was the silence of the interplanetary vacuum; inside, in the hospital ward, Lieutenant Alice Britton clutched at the sheets of her bed in pain, then relaxed as it faded away. Major Banes was all smiles and cheer now, but he hadn't been that way five months ago. "Lieutenant Britton, it is my personal opinion that you need your head examined, and not by a general practitioner, either! The terrible pressure of a rocket landing would increase her effective body weight to nearly half a ton; an adult human being couldn't take that sort of punishment for long, much less the tiny life that was growing within her.
 She didn't think his worries were an actual problem
 The British accent he used as a coping mechanism sounded ridiculous  He had forgotten to order the simplest of supplies  She didn't think his worries were an actual problem  She already had the equipment he thought he was missing