No one did anything so rude as to, say, sigh with relief as the Captain disappeared in the distance, but the Navigatrix caught the Engineer and the Bosun exchanging a meaningful look, and the Stowaway sat down and stretched back in a cat-like yawn that almost looked forced.
She had to ask. “She hasn’t been that bad, has she?”
The Engineer snorted as the Bosun raised an eyebrow.
“I’m happy to make her coffee and send her on her way, but yesterday she kept interrupting me, trying to tell me how to wash out the percolator. My percolator.”
The Stowaway was trying to suppress their smile.
“And!” said the Engineer, “AND she started taking my short range radios apart without me while I was eating lunch. She made me explain to her everything I was doing for the whole afternoon.” She huffed. “Set me back by days.”
“She not bothering you?” asked the Bosun, as the Stowaway gave up and started giggling at the Engineer’s expression.
The Navigatrix tilted her head. “Well, she’s certainly around more. I don’t mind her taking an interest in my work.”
“Looked more like nagging to me.”
“Doesn’t get under my skin, I guess. Maybe you could find more joy in sharing?”
The Engineer glowered at her. “I’m happy to share, but she’s been miserable since we got here and you know it.”
“No good at relaxing, I’d say.” The Bosun gestured. “This kid, now, they get it.”
The Stowaway had stretched out, hands under their head, eyes closed, clearly enjoying the breeze.
The Navigatrix honestly thought the pose looked forced, but far be it from her to nag anyone. There were much better ways to spend the day.