I had a lot of fun with this. :D Tempest crew shenanigans, ~500 words.
“Come on, Ryder, it isn’t funny.” Gil crossed his arms over his chest with a scowl.
“It’s a little funny.” She made a clicking sound with her tongue and shook the dried fruit in her hand, hoping to entice her pet pyjak out of hiding. “C'mere Brucey!”
“Seriously, it’s a very delicate instrument! I can’t calibrate the–”
Ryder raised an eyebrow. “Delicate instrument, eh?”
“C’mon Gil, you walked right into that one.”
“You really did,” Peebee agreed from her spot on the catwalk.
The engineer groaned. “Just get him out of there.”