Seabourne knew there is a lot of daylight between being a shipmaster and being a ship designer. Having said a silent prayer to Englund for the blasphemy he committed, he suggested sprinkling manlifts throughout the ship since there was never a free one when you really needed it. Beyond that, it was a lot of nodding and agreeing while tossing out random pieces of engineering jargon. He was shocked to find out that "inversing the manifold conduits" was not only a cogent statement, but a viable engineering solution. When he ran short on jargon, Seabourne simply parroted back what Scotty just said but phrased as a question. It was a trick Seabourne picked up from years of his ship hosting conferences on topics that he knew little on and cared less about. Scotty seemed to eat up the "suggestions" which, to Seabourne, were nonsensical. Either the captain was an idiot-savant when it came to ship design or Scotty was in over his head. The two were not mutually exclusive.
"Not a whole heck of a lot of fun you can cram into an escape pod, though heaven knows the passengers try. They're a popular choice for joining the orbital club, and I'm not talking about the rewards program. Fortunately, the upholstery was designed to be easily cleaned, though it was done for blood and vomit rather than the more amusing fluids. I say we save whatever's in the pod for the grand finale since it will probably double as our exit ticket. Onwards to 308!"
Seabourne triumphantly marched out the door before ducking his head back in.
"Oh, and it's cabin 308, not room. Seriously, it's like you know nothing about starships at all."
He headed off in the direction of the cabin, humming an OS&C jingle to himself.
