In what seemed like the longest pause in history, Makari stared down at the rather simple controls of the vehicle they were now comfortably squeezed into. Capsize? Maybe if they were over a nice warm Risian sea. But onto the ground? Yes, he would avoid that one. He didn't want to damage Darrin's pretty face. Or his own. He was an ops officer... now a science type officer. None of that required some klingon battleworthy facial scarring. And none of it was anything he could ever simply heal. Not a doctor, he just played one in the bedroom.<br/><br/>"Captain? I like the sound of that Ensign," Makari laughed and they started to move forward, faster and faster. They didn't flip over and die. He didn't hit any auto eject systems, and a secret warp drive didn't pop out and launch them into orbit. What they had was a Risian driver who was willing to take more risks than most, and a lot of open space to play. Plus a fair amount of innuendo to get them through the day.