“You’re of course familiar with an electron pulse reactor,” the Grey One said. Brick of course wasn’t, but he wasn’t going to say that. He couldn’t even remember how to pronounce it. He could tell that the Grey One was expecting an answer, and that was making him anxious. The Grey One was looking at him.
“Brick fix engine!” he said quite excited, and shocked at his own outburst. He couldn’t figure out what would make him so irritable all of a sudden.
“Okay, okay,” replied the Grey One. “I told you before that there was nothing wrong with my engines, but you’re so insistent. I can’t help but think that there’s something you know that I don’t.”
“It’s alright,” said the Grey One. It seemed a bit puzzled by the apology. There was obviously more to this Brick fellow than it had first thought. It scrambled to save face. “Just don’t let it happen again.” It motioned to a Grak to its right who was wearing one of those yellow suits. “This is Xinxa. Xinxa will be your guide here in engineering. If you have any questions about the location of any of the equipment, then feel free to ask.” Brick suddenly realized why he was so anxious. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I must attend to other matters. Come, Drhakul.” The Grey One and Drhakul walked across the room to the corridor leading to the lift. Xinxa stood at attention.
“Are there any questions, Mr. Brick, sir?” asked Xinxa. It had been very eager to meet this engineering expert that it had heard so much about. Just meeting him would be an honor.
“Where bathroom?” asked Brick.
“Oh,” it said, its balloon deflated. It sighed. “Follow me.” It walked toward a doorway opposite the corridor that Brick had entered from. Brick followed, his knees together as he clutched Todd with both hands.