"What?" you ask.
"Are you going to choose, or do I choose for you. I am authorized after all." she says.
"No I will NOT choose!" you say, intending to follow up with an angry tirade. Your tirade gets cut short, however. Her hand darts out and grabs your head. She pulls you closer to her face, and sprays some sort of gas in your face from her other hand. She shoves you back into your cabin. You fall backwards and find that you can't move a muscle.
"Very well. Just lay there while I find out what it is that we need more of?" she says, entering your cabin and closing the door behind her. She picks up the clipboard she dropped when she sprayed you. She hums an odd little tune that you think you may have heard before, but can't quite place as she flips through the pages.
"Well, it looks like we need more..."