Adam and María had twelve hours together after dropping the skiff into orbit. There wasn’t much to do but watch the monitors. Adam was horny and María wasn’t having any of it, which made for a tense ride. Eight hours in they thought they had incoming refugees. The time raced as they followed procedures and made the proper calls, only to find a bit of debris sending outdated transmissions. Adam put his feet on the control board.
“Makes you long for the days when all they had to worry about was Mexicans, eh?”
María gave him a black eye.