Arms crossed over his chest, Swansea watches with unabashed scrutiny as you dig your screwdriver into the vent, trying your best to get it open after dropping an item of ‘great value’.

In reality, you had only dropped a hairclip, but these things are important when you’re stranded on a spaceship with only assholes and mouthwash to accompany you.

“Yer doin’ it wrong,” Swansea grumbles, knocking back another gulp of mouthwash. He wipes his mouth on his thick arm. His luck intern-wise really couldn’t get any shittier. He kneels down, wrenching the tool from you. “Damn kid. Let me show ya.”