[Lumine arches a naked brow while Axl goes on and on; he sees that injured pride. It's a tempting opening, but he refrains for the moment. Axl's too wound up to start picking on just yet without it blowing up, more likely than not. So instead, the engineer seats himself--midair, antigrav system keeping him aloft.]

Sounds more like a funhouse than somewhere for a Maverick to hole up.

[Someplace Axl should have enjoyed~]

Mission success isn't really what I'd call a waste of time, Axl.

[Folding his hands in his lap, Lumine tips his head towards a shoulder.]

Though don't imagine it was a particularly enviable experience.