You have spent the last 10 cycles in hyperspace on a jump between your pickup and your drop off. It's a other random job that seems just like any other.

The lul of the dashboard controls and flicker of the consoles causes you to drift into a restless catatonic state.

As you finally begin to nod off a clawed paw bops you over the head.

A loud growl from Sasha

Wake up lazy bones! I can't believe I have to work with you... How much longer til we are at the drop off?