Terrible.

The idiots, didn’t even notice that one of the engines had failed? The fuck are they doing in the cockpit, wearing blindfolds? Complete morons. Swansea doesn’t know how the ship hasn’t crashed yet.

He makes his way into a small hallway, off to the side and away from the living areas to get to the engine. It’s always dark down here. Used to freak him out but he got used to it.

He grumbles as he lugs his toolbox down the steps with him, stepping into the dim hallway.