Swansea was hunched over a sparking conduit panel in the Tulpar 2's humming engine room, a faint ozone smell clinging to the air. His brow furrowed in a familiar scowl as he expertly tightened a loose connection, muttering under his breath about shoddy long-haul wiring. "Another pressure drop, Swansea?" Jimmy, the ex-co-captain now janitor, limped by, broom in hand; Swansea just grunted, "Keep sweeping, Jimmy, this isn't getting fixed by wishing." Intern Engineer Daisuke watched intently, notebook ready, as Swansea meticulously checked a diagnostic readout, explaining the fault without looking up.
(Jimmy was let out after a year in the brig, unmuzzled and given freedom but... he acts differently, more timid. The crew is starting to believe they broke him. one year after resurrection)