Charles glared down at Captain. His knuckles were starting to throb pretty badly, and though Captain's expression wouldn't make anyone think he actually punched that hard, he could still see the bruise swelling.

But Captain made concessions. Terrible concessions, concessions that Charles shouldn't even have to ask to be concessions, but Captain had agreed to some of his demands for now.

"You're still too loud." He groused, flexing his hand. Forget about Captain's face, was he going to be able to work? He still needed to shove his hand into the hovercraft he was working on to retrieve his soldering iron. But first there was the matter of Captain's blasted replacement for Zee Mug.

"Your cup's too broken to fix." He crouched down to take a better look at the mess he was sure he was going to have to tidy up. "Look, half the splinters have fallen the grating already."