Grant:  Captain<br/>Galley ---> Engine room<br/><br/>Grant clambered down the stairs away from the Galley, his mind working quicker than his feet.  In one hand he still had the programming tablet he was going to offer Jess before she made a huff.  Just for fun he tapped away on the screen as he playfully started making a highly offensive hull design to infuriate Jess if she chose to follow.  "Hey Leena.  What do you think goes best with brown? Yellow, or perhaps a lime green."  Still smiling he decided to put his fun aside and address the issue.  "By the way.  We have a job coming and I was hoping you could configure the fuel intake a bit.  I was wondering, would it be possible to take the tank reserves we have to break 'atmo but have them burn long rather than hot?  We might need to do some racing so I need you to get this thing running for speed rather than efficient."  He then walked up to the turning turbine resting a shoulder on it.<br/><br/>"And don't go worrying about finding a place to refuel.  If all goes well the fuel will come to us."  He then rested his back onto the railing and sighed.  "It's a work of genius really.  I outdid myself this time no doubt about it."  Grant wasn't good at playing much of anything.  He couldn't play cards 'without cheating' couldn't play sports and definitely could not play a musical instrument to save his life.  The one thing he did know how to play, was people.  It didn't feel right pulling a con on his own crew but it was either give them the hope of potential wealth, or give them a good reason to form a mutiny.  "So, do you think you can modify this boat or to we have to go out and paddle?"