"Well." He takes a gulp of his beer and holds out a hand, fingers spread wide. "A little over a year ago, I'm opening the door to my ship's bridge, planning to do that helpful thing I like to call my job, right? And all of a sudden I look up and note, with all of my amazing and astute observation talents, that this? Not so much looking like the bridge. Really kind of lacking in the bridge-like features, for the most part. Door's been leading here off and on ever since."

And a nod. "From...the middle of nowhere, yeah. We're out in the black most of the time -- longest we've ever made landfall's no more than a month."