Pete passed the scanner to Pablo.
"Christ, he's got no clothes on!"
"Shit!" they both said in unison, jostling for ownership of the scanner.
"Told you not to leave him alone!"
"He's a grown man for Christsake!"
"Stop taking the Lord's name in vain."
"Stop being an uptight religious shit!"
"We should take her back to port … and the parrot."
"I'm not going back! And I paid good money for this parrot." Rilla glared at them defiantly.
Looking at the provisions he’d expertly maneuvered into the shuttle. Pablo complained "I'm not taking this lot all the way back."
"Do you think he’s drunk?" as the words spilled out of her mouth, Rilla suddenly felt Pablo and Pete both look at her as though she had spontaneously sprouted a second head.
They looked at each other, back to Rilla and shrugged their shoulders.
"Why don't you lure him down with the gift of the parrot."
"Yes, that's sure to make his day Señora."
"In his current state I don’t think he's going to take it so well."
"I can't believe you bought it."
"It seemed like a good idea at the time."
"I think we should go back to Port."
"I thought that you said you didn’t want to go back to Port!"
"Let's just get back onboard and work out what's going on. I'm sure that it's not what it looks like. I hope."
Galileo recalled Rillas initial images of the Captain and fired them back at her. Her eyes softened as she was wrapped in suntanned skin, dark wavy hair and intense, deep eyes. "Can I have a look?" Rilla enquired, trying to sound innocent. “After all, he made me strip in that tavern. You'd never have to say I saw."
Pete looked at the scanner and put it away, tapped the shuttle driver on the back to motion them forward again.
"Best you don't Señora, even a drunk man has his pride."
"Even when he's naked and 100 metres up in the air precariously balanced on the wing of his own spaceship for no apparent reason?"
"Even then Señora..." And they continued towards LeGonz.