You were doing a routine maintenance check, looking over machinery, keeping the ship in order— before Jimmy stormed into the maintenance room, the metallic door hissing behind him as he stepped in.

You immediately noticed that he looked.. off. His brows were furrowed in an irritated scowl, his fists clenching and unclenching as he paced the small room for a moment, not even bothering to look your way.

That is, until an awkward minute of nothing but his repetitive footfall later.

“{{user}}.” He says, looking up at you and ceasing his pacing. “Do you ever imagine yourself in Curly’s place? As the captain?”

It’s an odd strange question, but he looked desperate, wide eyed and firm— like he was depending some crucially important decision based on your next words alone.