But then, they're not near Federation space either. This ship has as much right to be in this system as they do.
It makes Isabella nervous, anyway, and she's just about to suggest leaving and coming back another time, when the Prometheus is hailed.
They're armed. She can't warp inside a solar system.
She answers the hail.
"Hello, Federation vessel," says one of the three visible Cardassians in bad but intelligible English. "What're you doing out here alone?"
Isabella swallows. "This is the deep space survey vessel Prometheus," she begins.
The computer lets her know that they're charging weapons.
"We have no hostile intention," she says.
Isabella allows the music to lapse into silence after the next collection is through, and she reads a little, and then she goes to bed.
Isabella is up ten hours later. She takes another shower. She changes outfits again. She comes out and sits in her chair and puts on music. She reads the news.
Isabella keeps the music respectfully soft and inputs her commands to the ship computer nonverbally when possible.
For someone who almost never practices, she has emotional suppression down cold, even if it seems to take everything else with it.
The next planned system wasn't far away from the abandoned one. Isabella sets about surveying its component parts, efficiently and silently.
Isabella will also accept lunch and dinner, if he offers them. If he does not, she warms things for herself between planets.
She is halfway through the system (it has a lot of moons, and a big asteroid belt) when she goes to bed again.
In her "morning", she observes that he has finished the job, thanks him, and proceeds towards the next system.
There is more interstellar space between the last system and the next. They are not there yet when she goes to bed.