The overhead speaker shrieked. “The escape pods are not to be used for entertainment,” came the ship steward’s voice. Ensigns Danver and Fold watched the speaker and waited. A low whistle and a sharp click told them the message was over.
Fold turned. “What did you do?”
Danver shrugged. “Well, when those newbies docked last week, I showed this young pilot around…”
Ford clapped, a conversation-ending sound when you have webbed fingers. “I don’t want to know. Just,” the amphibiod shook their head, “be more discreet.”
Danver slid a finger over Fold’s smooth, bluish shoulder, “hmm, I have an idea.”