Malcom walked down the metal corridors of the U.S.S. Audacia, a complete and total mess. In his hands he held a Datapad that were currently projecting numerous different apps and tabs at once. There was an open file that showed the current star system the Audacia was in, along with a few that were nearby to it. It held a video of a Professor on Fulron-3 describing the customs and behaviors of the Luront species on the planent Luron. A writing app was open, too, as Malcom absentmindedly took notes with a stylus. On his face he wore a pair of Dataglasses, which was currently streaming the latest languages of the Yuelvieen system. Slung over his shoulder was an old messenger bag that was full of numerous star charts, both empty and filled, a physical copy of a drawing pad and a physical notebook. Malcom liked the old writing and drawing tools of Earth, before the days of its star exploring. All the while, Malcom took bites from an apple he had taken from the cafeteria, never once looking up from his various screens.
Despite Malcom's attention being in nearly ten different places at once, he caused no accidents as he made his way through the corridors with no true destination. Maybe it was because the other crewmembers had long since learnt to avoid him, or else risk crashing into him. Possibly it was because he sensed those around him and avoided him. It could have been because he had long since memorized the entire layout of the Audacia and the distance from anywhere to everywhere.
As Malcom walked, two voices suddenly sounded into Malcom's ears, even through the video he was listening to. Pausing his activities, Malcom walked into the Server Room, the source of the voices, where he found two women standing over a machine. He immediately recognized them as Commanders Maggie and Annalyn. Without thinking, Malcom greeted them.
"Hi Nuts. Hi Bolts." He greeted them cheerfully. "Huh, that's funny. Nuts and Bolts. Did you guys plan that purposefully. Because that's funny. Clever, too. You two could be a crime-fighting duo, partners. Nuts and Bolts. I like that."
Malcom took a bite of his apple, before absentmindedly scrolling through his Datapad.