Space week draws nearer to its conclusion with four lines of prose about: the escort.
I'm sticking directly to the challenge, but I'm willing to let you guys slide if you wish to expand a little since this could be a rather constricting day. But maybe keep it to four paragraphs?
Alternatively you could view this as a chance to ramp up the tension with just four lines as we head into the final two days. Up to each of you though, as always.
"Mechanic Second Class Higgins," Sanchez replied with a strained smile, struggling to contain her contempt for the incompetent grease monkey who had interrupted her thoughts.
"Heading for the Engine Room?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder for no apparent reason.
"Yes," came the reply after two soft hisses from her IES and no reasonable lies coming to mind.
"Me too," Higgins said a little too eagerly, "and I'll be happy to escort you!"