Engineering...
Coolant flow? Optimal. Electrical systems? Optimal. FTL? Check. Engines? Check. Coffee? Sub-par. Half-naked, sunbathing neko? Unexpected, but welcome.
Jax glanced back and forth between monitors, hunched forward in a swiveling chair. Non-engineers would never understand just how much they took for granted the fact that they hadn't blown up into a million sub-atomic particles. Engineers knew. They knew just how intricate and unstable a starship really was, and how much work needed to be put into one to keep that stability. That was one of the reasons that engineers in particular became attached to their ships. Jax hadn't been around long enough to form that sort of bond, but he definitely was acquainted with the Eucharis. It was like caring for his own infant child... Except his child was armed with some of the biggest guns in known space... and weighed a couple thousand tons... yeah...
With a sigh of relief, Jax felt the tension in his body ease away, and he lazily swiveled around to face his partner in crime. He came to a stop, propped up his feet, and rested his head back into his hands. Now, don't get it twisted, as there was no doubt in his mind that he was infatuated with Umeshu, but he was still a guy. When his eyes quickly scanned that bikini top, and Cherry's beautiful... eyes... he couldn't help but feel a small feeling of approval in the back of his mind. Whoever invented the neko had his eternal gratitude.
"Thanks for the help..." he grunted sarcastically, making damn sure to keep his eyes up, and grinning a little to let her know he was joking. "Don't tell me this is how you spent your vacation! There's a real beach, like, fifty yards that way." Jax chided, jutting his thumb over his shoulder.