Ben looked at her for a long moment, not saying a word, before nodding and standing. He stretched, and made his way to the cockpit ladder.

"Let's just hope that this turns out well. Better'n the Blue Milk Run at least."

He grimaced and wrinkled his nose.

"Gah, I can smell it again! I'm gonna wash up before food."

He clambered down the access, grumbling to himself indistinctly.