Before he'd even knew it Rocky had begun to drift off into sleep, mostly unbothered by the sounds of clanging in the engineering bay just one room over. Though it had been difficult in the beginning, the skalen had learned to adjust to the sounds of metal on metal that were near perpetual thanks to the lack of a need for sleep for X. These were sounds that he could sleep through. The intercom however was another story. Rocky's head snapped up almost instinctively as the radio crackled to life, his pupils narrowed and then expanded a bit to accommodate the low light setting in the cargo bay. Were it not for his lack of lips, the skalen would have very likely given a rather impressive grimace as the intercom's audio levels fluctuated several times. Still, he couldn't remain annoyed for very long, after all, the prospect of a job to bring in more money and supplies was enough to put the proverbial bit back in his teeth. 

Rocky waited until the announcement was done before he slowly got up and sauntered towards the engineering bay. His arrival was mostly masked by the clanging sounds within the bay, though he did give himself away with a small stumble when the light of a welding torch caught his eyes. Rocky watched with razor thin pupils as his crew mate and friend X hammered away at some new device that would probably take the better part of half an hour to be explained to him. He considered waiting until X was done to speak This consideration was brief, and was rather quickly dropped in favor of simply letting out a loud grunt to catch X's attention "[b]Hey, the hell is wrong with the intercoms? I though you fixed 'em all ready.[/b]" he asked over the sounds of metal working. A single sentence was all it took to understand why 'Rocky' had received his name. The skalen's voice was extremely deep and gruff, somewhere between the sound of a diesel truck starting up and the voice of a man who had just spent the last five years smoking a pack of cigarettes every day.