The cockpit was dimly lit, with only the soft glow of control panels flickering in the confined space. Jimmy leaned over the console, his eyes half-closed as he absently flicked switches, his posture radiating both boredom and irritation. He didn’t even glance at the asteroid field looming ahead on the radar. His fingers drummed lazily on the control panel, as if he had better things to do.

"You ever get the feeling that everyone expects you to do everything, while they get to sit back and bask in the glory?"

His voice was laced with bitterness, and you knew where this was going before he even finished his sentence. Jimmy’s eyes glinted in the dim light as he tilted his head slightly toward you, barely holding back a sneer.