Nails was lounging in the computer room, tinkering with the code for the docking sequences, shaving a few lines off here and there for both space and processing power, when Feronia's voice came floating in.<br/><br/>"They're back sweety" she cautioned. Again, and with a surprising speed, Nails darted into his bed hole in the wall, reaffixed the panel to the wall, and bunkered down as to make as little motion as possible. It was only because he had already jerry rigged some of the ship's speakers in his little alcove that he even knew what was going on at all. Feronia was pumping in sounds from all over the ship for him.<br/><br/>Nails snorted at the Captain's joke about Feronia. "Some nerve he's got, insulting the ship. I made sure you were as sweet as sugar, and sharp as space glass. It's everyone else fault if they can't handle it." Nails muttered to himself. He didn't hear so much as feel the ships's hum of approval.<br/><br/>In a few moments after the captain dismissed them to their rooms that Nails heard Feronia speak spanish to someone. Nails obviously had no idea what they were saying, but he felt just a hint of pride. More of his work, the original code for the multi-language translator was a mess, and probably would have given Chinese when French was required or some such mess. It had taken him a good long while to figure that all out.<br/><br/>But now all there was left to do was wait for all of them to go to sleep. Nails snuggled in to the blankets, finding his small store of food in case it took longer for them to drop their guard. He just hoped that it wouldn't take too long.