You pad across the cool metal floor pulling a cardigan hastily on over a pair of Space-Safe overalls. “Ship, could you make me a coffee?” you call around the boot hanging from your clenched teeth. You enter the soft blue glow of the cockpit tugging on your final boot, and reach for a small bio cup sitting in its recess beneath the standard drink dispenser. A moment later, you sink into your chair delicately placing the sim coffee on the body of your dashboard. You run your hand across dry eyes, pulling powdery sleep from them with your movement and consult the morning’s manifest.