Nix nodded to Nightstar, moving to pick his hat back up and placing it on his head. He made his way down into the gunners chair. His gloved hands gripped around the joystick as he kept a watchful eye out for any asteroid. He only had to fire a few times, maybe five, Nightstar was a pretty good pilot so Nix didn't have to worry so much. Most of the time was spent with Nix leaning back on his chair, hoping for some sort of action to come his way lest he die of boredom.

Nix made his way up out of the gunners chair and into the dining room. He took his respirator off to eat the strange, gooey substance known to humans as 'mac and cheese'. Luckily for Nix, his biology was strikingly similar to a Humans, other than his lungs. He could live for about an hour without his respirator on, more than enough time to eat. Throughout the meal, he had been raising his respirator to his mouth and sucked in a mouthful of ammonia. It was always good to be safe. Nix's teeth were jagged like a sharks which had shocked many of the crew members at first sight, but he presumed they had gotten used to it over their time together. He nodded as Nightstar complemented his shooting, before laying his fork down and fixing his respirator back on.