<span style="font-style: italic">Splat.</span><br/><br/>Zin smiled, relishing in the inexplicable joy he received from slapping the mop down onto the smooth floor once it had been thoroughly soaked in the bucket. He moved it side to side as he began whistling cheerfully, casting an eye at the bird perched at the edge of a nearby table. They had the galley to themselves for the time being, which was partly by design as the janitor didn't like having to mop around people.<br/><br/>"Just a bit more, Ingeb, and then we're all finished with th-"<br/><br/>The falcon's tail rose into the air for a second as its entire body squatted down.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Splat.</span><br/><br/>The bird threw a one-eyed stare over at the former singer before returning to the preening of its feathers, a beak rifling enthusiastically underneath one of its wings. Although it was faint, Zin knew he heard a chuckle coming from within the plumage.<br/><br/>"Not cool, man. Not cool. You're smart enough to have to clean that up for yourself, you know," he said as he continued with the section he'd already begun. The bird shit could wait.<br/><br/>After a few moments of silence, he began singing one of his old hits, one he'd written for a girl he loved. A girl who, like so many others, hated his guts in the present.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Can't fix everything, baby… I'm not an engine, can't fix my… careless ways, Can't fix everything, baby… not a robot, can't repair the broken days, of my past... it's who I am, and I can't stop how I-" <br/></span><br/>The floor beneath him became the ceiling, and Zin's song turned into a shout of surprise and fear as he hurtled through the air. He hit a wall, and then a counter, and then the floor, and then the wall once more as cupboards and pantry doors bursted open from the momentum of the ship's violent lurches.<br/><br/>He heard Ingeb screeching indignantly as innumerable cans and boxes went hurtling across the galley, some of which opened from the impact they made on the opposite wall. He tried to find the bird, but his vision was rather painfully impeded by the deluge of dirty, soapy water that engulfed his face as the bucket he'd been using collided with his head.<br/><br/>Before he could do much more than curse for what felt like the hundredth time in the last three seconds, everything went right-side up and he hit the floor, feeling the wind get knocked out of him upon impact. He turned over just as a chair that had broken from its fixture came hurtling towards him; he caught sight of it in his peripheral vision and managed to throw an arm out before it could bash his skull in. The metal seat glanced painfully off his elbow, even as the falcon landed on the floor right next his head. It peered over him, looking him in the eyes and making a concerned sound.<br/><br/>"Thanks for the help, Ing. I think I got it," he mumbled, pushing himself wearily to a seated position. His entire body was sore and felt like he'd just been through the beating of his life, and his head was throbbing from where it had been relentlessly slammed into walls and floors, not to mention the bucket, but at least nothing appeared to be broken. He flicked his large blue eyes around and groaned, his luck in terms of not being fatally injured quickly becoming an afterthought. Ingeb took off, landing on top of one of the tables that hadn't been dislodged during the chaos.<br/><br/>While the whole ship didn't appear to have been destroyed, which he'd admittedly been afraid of, it looked like a miniature tornado had ripped through the vicinity. There were cans, destroyed crates and food everywhere, and he could see more lying on the floor through the open doorway directly across from him.<br/><br/>"I… just finished mopping all that."<br/><br/>The falcon chuckled again, and he seized a can that was rolling past him and threw it at it. The bird evaded it easily, before landing back where it was before and turning its head sideways, regarding him like he was a crazy person.<br/><br/>"You'd better hope there's enough food left, or I'm cooking you for dinner tonight."<br/><br/>Another chuckle, and then the bird managed to drop yet another shit onto the floor beneath him.<br/><br/>Perfect.