Kevej stayed behind in the cargo hold, making sure everything was strapped down appropriately and wasn't going to come loose during takeoff. He smirked at Andrea and Angsar at another one of their lovers spats, they were like an old married couple. He called out to Andrea just as she was leaving;

[color=violet]"You know he's just saying these things because hew knows you'll respond,"[/color] Kevej chuckled, before realising she was in a less than stellar mood. [color=violet]"I'll talk to him."[/color] he said, more to himself than anyone else as he moved over near the doorway where there was an metal bar for support during takeoff and zero-gravity. He attached himself by the belt, gripped on and waited.

There was always a funny feeling just before the ship really took off. There was a sudden and unsettling jolt as the ship was released that seemed to be felt deep in your bones. Then there was a strange drifting sensation as the ship left it's moorings, which always left an awkward clamping feeling in Kevej's chest, and the ship would nigh drift until it was clear. Maybe it was anticipation? And then there was the rush that pilots always talk about. The ship shook as it tore free of the stations gravity and then a little while after before slowly coming to a gentle standstill in sensation. The ship was moving at speeds inconceivable but that's not how it looked or felt, stars drifted by lazily and, provided Angsar wasn't beating something with a wrench, the ship barely made a noise or shudder. 

Kevej took one last tour of the cargo hold to make sure everything was where it should be. Predictably, it was. The Captain had a good eye for these kind of things and nobody slacked off with her around. He picked up a few culinary crates and took them through to the mess, intending to store them in the kitchen.

He entered the room backwards to fit the boxes in and he jumped when he turned and saw the Judge. [i]You don't have anything to fear, Kevej,[/i] he reminded himself, regaining his composure and nodding to the guest. [color=violet]"Morning, we're on our way,"[/color] gods, why did he have to sound so awkward?

Kevej made his way into the kitchen and put the crates down. He started stacking the shelves and releasing the crockery they might be needing imminently. He looked at the judge, sitting there sharpening his blade. Kevej found he couldn't make eye contact, definitely not with that helmet as well, and so turned back to the cupboards. He said over his shoulder [color=violet]"Did you need anything? Breakfast? I was about to pop the kettle on."[/color] Kevej offered, hoping the judge would say no.