For Dav, time passed excruciatingly slowly while they waited in the small craft. As far as he could tell he and Tarkus hadn’t picked up much of a smell from their time travelling the chutes, probably because they’d been amongst the circuitry rather than general rubbish, however Sath clearly viewed personal hygiene as an optional extra. Dav almost considered putting his helmet back on, but it was claustrophobic enough in the craft without doing that.
Sath also had an exceedingly irritating habit of being able to simply sit and stare into nothingness, without the slightest interest in conversation. Tarkus seemed to share the ability, and both responded to anything Dav said in ways which quickly shut down any further discussion.
There were no windows to look out of, and the screen in fro
