Aren tossed and turned in Gareth's cockpit, unable to sleep. Finally, after at least an hour of rolling over and adjusting, he rose, climbing down.<br/><br/>"Yvette, lights, and maybe a little bit of Satchmo," he said, kicking open a drawer of a nearby toolchest, revealing work clothes. Stripping down quickly, Aren opted to work without his shirt, pulling on the grease covered jeans quickly, before picking up a nearby wrench and getting to work. Soon, the hangar was a cacophany of clanging, banging, and the smooth trumpet of Louis Armstrong. Unfortunately, Aren's noise could be heard throughout the base, as the designers had also failed to soundproof the main hangar, only the captain's. Humming to himself, and oblivious to the noise, Aren worked, removing the light armor plating he had used for the previous mission.