In the engine room the noise was nearly unbearable. The metal seemed to echo the sound of Gazook’s snores and amplify them a hundred times.
“Gazook!” I shouted, stepping out of the elevator. Gazook was sprawled out in his chair, dead to the world. The rest of the engineer crew had noise-canceling headphones on and were either nodding their heads to music or watching a movie on handheld devices. “Hey!” I shouted beneath the noise. Twitchy put her fingers in her mouth and made the loudest whistle I had ever heard. Everyone looked up. They tried to hide their devices, but didn’t take the headphones off. I couldn’t blame them. “Who’s watching the engines!?” I shouted. They all pointed to a man without headphones on, hunched over an instrument panel. “Why him?” I asked. They all pulled a straw out of their pocket. I smiled. “Ok, fair enough,” I decided. I looked behind me. Rimana was laughing and Twitchy looked sorry for the man who had drawn the short straw.
We went back to the elevator.