To reach this room you crawl up a ladder in the cargo bay.  Once in side you can really hear the engine purr.  On the far wall is the engine itself, various wires and valves and buttons are everywhere, it can look real daunting for someone who doesn't know what they're doing, but a good mechanic would feel right at home.  And Destiny's mechanic obviously does.  There's a hammock slung in the corner of the room and various items stored in turned over crates.  A room that is very obviously well lived in.
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Somewhere, amidst the purring of the engines that keep the ship humming, is that space that is moreover considered Charlie's space.  If you saw her room, you would be rather dissapointed; a bed, a dresser, nothing our of the ordinary.  It could quickly get mistaken as a guest room, were you to not know that it was taken.  That's because most everything of Charlie's has wound up here, put about in crates to the side, along with blankets and some thrown-about clothes.

Charlie sits with her back against a wall, hair pulled up in a mess as a crown on her head, and her blue coveralls covered in stains that could be either fresh or from two years ago.  Her toolbox is open, and she's slowly been going through all her pieces, doing the cleaning she's been meaning to do for days.  The oily rag, only marginally cleaner than the tools themselves, goes over the metallic wrenches and such, wiping grease stains away as best as it can.  Nothing has necessarily been hectic for her, just that new passengers always cause a bit of commotion aboard this boat.

She could hear most anything that happened in here.  Anything that was really important to her, at the least.  The cargo bay was right below, and the bridge straight ahead; anything that was said above a whisper usually travelled well, and most things were said thinking that no one else was listening.  Not that she was a sneak, or anything like that.  There's just certain things that you can't help overhearing from time to time.

She's stayed up since Kyron came aboard, sticking to her engines until she thought he would be elsewhere.  She had no grudge with him, nothing even close to that; after two years, she had learned when the Captain was being cautious about something.  Being that she preferred to stay away from any kind of scuffle, she found it easier to stay out of the room until things had cooled down.  Now that things were starting to sound calm again, however, she perched over the ladder that led onto the upper stairwell, to make the travel for cleaning up and getting clean clothes...

Charlie climbe back into the engine room, starting to warm up the engines, routing energy to the core from the other auxilery outputs.  There's no need for anything close to full burn, leaving her to set it low; at this level, not a single light on the boat will even flicker when it picks up off the ground.  She takes a minute to run through the life support, making sure everything is online and that the intake valves have pulled in enough oxygen to support the full crew.

Finally, she stepped over to the intercomm, pushing in the button with her thumb to get word back to the bridge.  "We're online, Ren.  Don't take us through atmo too fast, though...we're not necessarily short on fuel cells, but depending on how backwater our next destination is, I don't know if we'll get a chance to reload there..."

COMM:  "Sure thing mia mia, oh and hey, power was a little weird in engine two last time we took off, sure you handled it, but just wanted to let you know, so you can keep your eye open"

"Aww, someone not man enough to handle our little baby?"  Charlie chuckled, looking back at the power grid before she said anything else.  Everything looked on the level as of so far.  "Everything is good here.  When we land in Valon, I'll get outboard the ship, take a look at things from there, make sure that everything is in shape.  Until then, try not to kill us...can you do that, baby bear?"

COMM: We'll i'll do my best, no accountin for skill though

Charlie sat back on the floor of the engine room, looking around at all her babies...every single moving part on this ship, it was hers, and she intended to keep them all from harm's reach.  She watched the pressure valves from where she sat, seeing that the o2 levels never dropped the whole time...and the fuel cells, as she had asked, were being eased into production as they began to take off.  She closed her eyes for a second, smiling, listening to Destiny sing her song.  You couldn't hear it in space; it was just a low hum.  This is where she and her entire chorus sang, and as luck had it, she usually was singing Charlie's favourite song...

Somewhere between recalibrating the o2 gagues to recharge on land and preparing a kit for when they reach surface, Charlie's been moving languidly, taking her time about the engine room.  As per usual, spending time with Kyoko gives her things to think about, and usually those things start to gravitate to how she sees herself.  She's no ugly, no...she never thought that.  She never thought of herself as one of the pretty girls, surely, but never would she call herself disgusting or anything else like that.

She goes into one of the boxes she has in the room, wiping her hands off on the pants before she pulls out the dress, holding it up and looking in front of the mirror she hung on the rear wall.  She sighed, imagining what she would look like without the grease smudges along her neck and chin, or her hair done up to stay away from her face.  Just a dream, that someday they'll land somewhere for long enough that she'll feel ambitious enough to actually dress up.  Maybe she and Kyoko would have a night out, just the girls...maybe even Acacia, who knows.  Just a dream...

Rhaef opens the hatch and enters the engine room as quietly as always.  Before he can dog the hatch to the engine room he sees Charlie holding up the dress and admiring it thoughtfully.

This is twice in as many days he had found himself in a voyeuristic situation without intending it.  This is a private moment.  He silently tells himself.  One he was not invited into.  But to leave now would be all the more awkward.

"Preparing for the excitement and elegance that await us on Valon, I see."  Rhaef says before lifting the glass to his lips.  His dark eyes peer over the edge of the container holding Charlie in his gaze, not allowing his uncomfortability to show.

Charlie gasped when she hears Rhaef's voice, letting the dress fold over her arms and tossing it back in the box in a hurried motion.  She's not so much embarrassed as she is shocked, but it doesn't show as she manages to keep her back somewhat turned, looking at the closest gauge to where she's standing.

"Rhaef, I didn't...you, uh...Yeah, Valon."  She mutters something else, drooping her head for a second.  She's been caught...there's no hiding it.  Charlie looked over her shoulder at Rhaef, giving him a slight smile, cheeks still a bit red.  "This a social call, or you need some figures for the landing procedure?"