It was hot down here. Very hot. But that didn't matter to him. The bowls of the ship were his home, as he shunned the sunlight. Too long he had been down here, fixing anything that would break. It has always been a quiet job. Only the creaking of the pipes and the releasing of steam were the sounds that surrounded him. But today there was a new sound... an unfamiliar one. Footsteps on the metal floor. Not the usual heavy ones from the captain. No... No, lighter ones. Yes, yes! He tries to pinpoint the location of the sound and makes his way towards it.

He turns around the corner and sees an unknown figure standing over one of the many machines in the engine room. Quickly jumping back behind the corner, he starts observing the figure. What was this person doing down here? Had they been attacked without him knowing? The captain would surely have told him if that was the case, right? 

Oh no! She was about to touch the [i]Tssshhhh'er[/i]! He always got ouchies from those. Not wanting to hear the screams of pain, he quickly sprints towards the oblivious Imogen, wanting to put a stop to her actions.