[The changes are noticeable to anyone who has an eye for details. There are small cuts and bruises on Hermione's face and hands as she focuses on the network feed. But her calm demeanor and quiet determination say far more for how she has changed.]

I'm back. Months passed for me in my world and I didn't recall anything about the ship. However, now that I've returned, my memories are intact.

[Succinct and to the point. She is searching for information in the same manner she would comb a library.]

In case I have been gone for longer than a couple of months, my name is Hermione Granger. I was onboard for about six months before I was transported back. I worked in the Xenobiology and Genetics Department - a position I am very interested in continuing.

[She purses her lips pensively, shuffling through some notes.]

What I need most is information. I will find some way to compensate you for your trouble. Thank you.

[The feed ends with a sharp click.]

I want a transport arranged for me back to Earth.

[ It's just a voice, but it's a distinct voice -- female, with a thickly Scottishish brogue and cadence, if still a little left off centre from that. She sounds like calmness is a thing she is gripping onto.

Keeping as much fear as there is anger at bay. ]

Not saying I'm going to hurt anyone, but a ship this class, you'll got coolant systems, a waste and water supply system, purification. A delicate ecosystem on which depends things like pressurisation, temperature, oxygen. I can compromise all of that and force your mission objective a turn around, but I'd rather just keep it simple. I want a shuttle and a pilot and I want it as soon as physically fucking possible.

If you're listening, you'll remember we had a deal. You can arrest me again when I'm on solid ground.