Utterly Mad

Allan sighed again. He was looking at the ship's engine, laying under one of the long transmission casings. His hand was deep inside one of the tubes, and pulling it out he held a thin rod half-coated in lubricant. "G'nna need ta refill the oil next time we get t' port." he says. He wipes the rod off on his pants and replaces the cap to the tube. Just as he was about to slide out, the door to the engine room bursts open, and in the doorway stood the hooded figure of a nameless stranger. Just as the door swings open, Allan jerks up and hits his head against the casing. "Gah! Dam!" he swears. The stranger blurts some words out- something about wrenches- but Allan didn't hear over the ringing in his head.

He pushes himself out from under the piping, and sits up. Rubbing his head, he asks the man "The 'ell d'ya want?" His brow furrowed, he continues, "I'm tryna' work 'ere, y'kno."