 Why did Lt. Britton laugh at Major Banes' anxiety?
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! Major Banes was in the Communications Center a full five minutes before the coastline of California appeared on the curved horizon of the globe beneath them. HRS URGENT TO: MAJ PETER BANES (MC) 0-266118 SS-1 MEDICAL OFFICER FROM: GEN DAVID BARRETT 0-199515 COMMANDING WSRB ROCKET. Banes' next stop was the hospital ward.
 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