We landed on Shoro after two months in the void. We had to put Rawlins off. He had looked great on paper but ended up showing too many antisocial tendencies for my liking: too much time alone in his bunk, too few meals in the commons, too little courtesy.
You may think it’s silly to ground a qualified engineer’s mate for something like that, but I know better. We had to lock our cook in a storage closet for a week once when he tried to kill us all with a carving knife. Ask Teddy; he’ll show you the scar.