Zion only nodded to Xiro, flipping off switches as he left the room, still being as nonchalant as always.
Cairo laughed at Xiro’s words, trying to keep the red from rushing to his cheeks as he stood from his seat, following Locke who had recently done the same.
“Looks like we’ve got our first inside joke.” she teased her fire headed shipmate as they entered the bunk room. Locke saw someone’s shoes at a bunk in the corner in the room across from Xiro’s, but unaware, or more than likely, uncaring as to who they belonged to, she climbed up the silver ladder to the bunk above it, not even bothering with removing her shoes as she headed off into sleep.

Zion looked over at Miak who’s attempts at hanging up his communicative device had gone astray, shaking her head ever so lightly. She was going to reassure him that there was nothing to be embarrassed about, but held back. He was older than her and though not as experienced, still held the age factor above her head, something that kept her silent.

As he left the room, Glytch took the seat that had belonged to Xiro, looking over at Zion.
“Aren’t you going to sleep?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” She replied, picking up a large gathering of bound pages, an instruction manual of sorts, opening it up to the first page and starting to read.

“Can’t you read that later?”

Zion looked over at him. Did he have a minimum number of questions he had to ask her before the day was over? It sure as hell seemed like it.

“I could, but its obvious that Xiro is going to get taken off of piloting crew if he keeps playing around. I’ll have to read up for the two of us.”

“Do it later.” Glytch commanded with a light laugh as he took the book straight out of her hands, receiving a horrible glare which he paid no heed to. “I mean it.”

“Will it make you shutup?”

“For tonight.”

Zion got out of her chair and flipped off the last switch “I’ll take what I can.”

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