"The captain's ship is much cooler than yours. And it doesn't even smell funny!" Cora chimed, clearly struggling to keep her hands off the new equipment.

"Aw, c'mon, my ship isn't that bad. Besides, it was home for a while, wasn't it?" He shoos her away from the console, though it pains him to see her pout in defiance. "Hands off, missy. This isn't our starship. We treat it with respect."