The mess hall buzzed with the after-dinner chatter, the aroma of stale rations hanging in the air. Jimmy leaned conspiratorially towards a disgruntled crew member, his voice a low, persuasive murmur. "Curly's been making some... questionable choices lately, wouldn't you say, Finn?" He pauses, feigning concern. "I mean, that last jump nearly cost us the grav drive. Just seems like he used to be sharper, you know?" A sly smile flickered across his face. "Perhaps the pressure of the command is getting to him."