Chapter 2, page 60
Jake: Mika, Mattrick!
Mika: I'd say good morning, but...
Jake: So... How are your new quarters working out?
Mika: That janitor's lucky I keep my claws short.
Mattrick: I miss my tent. If I can't turn my head during the mission, I might as well be blindfolded.
Mika: There's no way I'm going through this tomorrow. It's a good thing our flight suits are made to wick away moisture, because I didn't even get a chance to dry off. First thing I'm doing today is talking to Grayson about that L.S.!
Mattrick: Grayson can sort out the pipsqueak after I'm done with him. That power-drunk little tyrant wants to mess with the bull? Then he's gettin' the horns!
Jake: Escalation can't be our first option. You're right, this is totally unacceptable. I've had to deal with this kind of thing my whole life. We're still going to have to work with these people though, at least until we get them to safety. If the crew is afraid of us tattling, or worse, we pull rank on them, that's not respect. Mattrick, there's another bunk with mine near the engine room. It's loud, but at least you'll fit. If anyone gives you trouble for being in there, then we talk to the X.O.. And Mika, if you can hang in there for one more day, hopefully we'll be out of this mess. If not... I'll talk to Grayson myself. The crew can call me a snitch if they want, but at least they won't blame you two.