Bored ensigns or not, the goo that Ash's dripping all over the floor's making a gross mess no matter which way you slice it.

He snorts at the idea of being barred from anyplace in the ship; hell, anywhere in the world. "Forget that. You're hanging with the king now. Ain't a place on this ship where we can't go if we raise enough hell. Now the question is - you got the ovaries to follow me while I try?"