The ship seemed a clutter with the sounds of work, from fore and aft. Far back from the rest of everyone was the clanking sound of work in the engine room. There was only one at work, a man hard at work under the engine with tools for the job. He played with wires and reached through them, getting to the different parts to make the ship flight ready again.

Cyrek Krusek was in the process of replacing an engine part when he heard the familiar sound of complaining, as someone he recognized too well burst into the room. He turned his head to take a look as the pilot grabbed a wrench to start working on it herself. 

"NO. FUCK NO. GET THE FUCK OUT. I NEVER SAID YOU COULD BE IN HERE!" Cyrek raised his voice in contempt. If he needed or wanted help, he would go out and ask for it, but for the majority of the time, he stuck to working on it himself. Of course nothing pissed him off more than when the pilot came in and tried to work on it.

A wrench soon went flying towards her, only to arc and hit the ground beside her. "Get out! GET!" He called, shooing her away like an old man to a child.