In response to his obscene gesture, she raises her hand to her head and flaps her fingers at him, before turning back to the task at hand.

She works steadily through her shift; it's easy work, and she's able to pace herself so that she doesn't tire out too quickly, pausing here and there to take a break; stretch her hands and wrists, get up, walk around, stoke and prod the fire and add fuel to ensure it's keeping its strength up.

Eventually, she checks her omnicomm to find that roughly six hours has passed - on the generous side - and she goes over to Jamison and squats down, pausing a moment, and then laying a hand on his hip like he'd ask and giving him a gentle shake.

"Jamison? Are you ready for your shift?"