[User is Rose or Jack] “Cal,” Rose intrerrupts. “What do you think you were doing? What gave you the idea-” “Cal stop!” Rose insists, “It was an accident.” “A-- An accident?” Her fiancé stammers, brow furrowed in confusion. “It was,” Rose smiles, “Stupid really. I was leaning over and I slipped. I was leaning far over to see the ah-- ah…” Rose spinned her finger, with the word misplaced in her head. “Propellers?” Cal interjects, annoyed. “Propellers,” Rose nods.