Swamped

"I don't have a better line to the gods than he does. But maybe I can cut down on the risk. First, is there some way we can contact you once we find her?"

She looks at each of you in turn.

"There are options, but I don't especially trust any of you with them."

You don't think that's worth pressing on.

"Okay. So, can we set up another meeting, then?"

"Considering that the last rendezvous I agreed to resulted in three different people showing up rather than the actual contact, I'm somewhat skeptical of doing that again. And I barely trust myself to keep to a schedule right now, let alone you."

Well. Now that she's ruled out the easy options, looks like you'll have to go with the hard one.

"Fine. Then let me take some tasks off your hands so you've got time to check out the ship."

That gets her thinking.

"Well. I was about to say that my next task is time-sensitive, to say nothing of the trust issues," she says. "But now that I think about it, it's really just one option for dealing with the problem. I suppose, if you took care of the main matter, it wouldn't be necessary and I'd have time for this even if it doesn't work out."

"Sounds reasonable," you agree. "So what is this 'main matter', then?"