Sebastian finishes washing the cast iron. He dries it thoroughly with a towel, then places it next to a semi-organized stack of cleaned plates. Olsa fills her mug with a second round of coffee, emptying the French press. She places the press in the sink.

"His name was Briggs, but we all called him the Old Man. Dusty was his apprentice for a while before his mortal coil returned to the Earth." She says.

"Hm." Sebastian stares off into the distance, not happy with what he's hearing.

"Oh, I wouldn’t worry. He died of a heart attack. Nothing directly relating to Dusty. I think."

"Hm…" He is slightly comforted by her words, but still remains bothered.

"Though, I heard it shook her up. That’s why Indigo hired me—" Olsa stops mid-sentence as the sound of approaching footsteps fills the hallway.

The rest of the crew make their way back to the mess hall. Dusty walks into the kitchen doorway. She looks around, quickly judging Sebastian’s work.

"Good." She says flatly.

Dusty and Olsa make eye contact.

"I see you’ve met Olsa." Dusty says.

"Hey, Dusty! I haven’t seen you in a while. How’ve you been?" Olsa asks with a smile.

"The hydraulics are still holding up, so looks like we can still take off and land."

"Okay, that’s good!

"Yeah, I’d keep an eye on it though. The missile that hit the tail might have bent the vertebrae; the ship feels unbalanced. The right side touched down before the left."

"Right."

"Exactly. I’d keep an eye on it." Dusty says as she looks away.

There is an awkward moment of silence. Sebastian fixates on the fact that the ship is damaged. Is it going to crash? Olsa keeps looking at Dusty with a smile. Dusty looks back at Olsa.

"When do you think you can get on that?" Dusty asks.

"Oh! Umm… now!" Olsa says nervously. She takes the last bite of the wagyu and picks up her mug.

"Thanks for breakfast, Sebastian! It was good to meet you!" Olsa says.

Sebastian smiles and waves as Olsa quickly walks away.

Dusty stares at Sebastian angrily.

"Why’d you tell her your name?" She asks aggressively.

"I… um—"

"The Captain’s probably going to kill you tomorrow. Stop introducing yourself."

"Oh… what?"

"What are you making next?" Dusty suddenly changes the subject.

"Uh… now?"

"For breakfast, lune."

"Oh. Um…"

"Stop that." Dusty looks him in the eye for the first time.

"Stop what?" He avoids eye contact with her for too long, his eyes zip around the room nervously.

"Oh… um… ah…" Dusty mocks Sebastian’s mortal dread. "Do all that stuff in your head."

"…okay." He looks down at the floor, embarrassed.

"What are you making for breakfast?" She asks.

Sebastian looks around the kitchen. He sees the open door to the wine cellar. He begins mentally counting the number of bottles he had seen the Captain take out. As the number gets close to ten, the answer to Dusty’s question becomes clear. There will be several hangovers tomorrow morning.

"…how about breakfast burritos? Do you have any eggs?" He asks.

"We do. That’s the only thing anybody can sort of cook on this ship."

"Okay. Uh… good." Sebastian says.

Dusty’s eyebrows furrow.

"Do you have any flour?" Sebastian asks quickly.

"What for?"

"I’m thinking that I could make tortillas." He explains.

"Hm. Flour and water?" She asks.

"Ye…yes."

"Okay. What else?"

"Oh… um…" He stammers.

Dusty looks angry.

"I think there’s sausage in the freezer—" He continues.

"So, it’s a freezer now? You could have let us know before you locked us in." Dusty smiles. Her eyebrows are still furrowed, so her expression isn’t comforting at all.

"Um…" He looks away nervously.

Dusty punches Sebastian's. It was meant to be a softer hit, but it hurts like hell. He winces in pain. The two stand in silence for a moment while he rubs his arm. His eyes begin to water as tears form. It’s as if the punch released all the fear that Sebastian has been trying to hold in. Dusty sees this and her face immediately relaxes. She looks away from him, then quickly walks towards the door.

"…Why did you save me?" Sebastian asks.

Dusty stops, then turns around.

"The Captain said it already. You let us take you. And I didn’t want…" She pauses for a moment, shuffles through her thoughts, then continues. "It would have been more trouble to bury you. Besides, you mostly saved yourself tonight. You’ll need to keep making good impressions. She’ll kill us both if you don’t."

Sebastian sniffles. Dusty leaves the room. He stands alone. Then he realizes he didn’t ask the question that he meant to ask. Why did she risk herself for him?