The whooshing noise of the metal door made Ilman glance at the clock on the control desk. His shift had yet to end, but his replacement seemed to have arrived earlier than usual, and he wasn't alone.
Ilman left the pilot's seat, turning toward the married couple who had just entered the bridge. Blue and white lights mixed with Ilman's red glow, but that radiance didn't hinder the alien's sight at all.
Khan was wearing one of the fake innocent faces that women seemed unable to resist. Ilman could hear what he was saying, but his tone was more important. It was relaxed, casual, and slightly idiotic, purposely meant to annoy his wife.
Meanwhile, Liiza wasn't having it. Her faint smile was almost brighter than her evident blush while she studied her husband's idiocy, clinging tightly to his hand. It was unclear whether she was actually listening to Khan, but she was obviously loving the moment.
