Someone outside pauses, stops, returns - and leans, a still-bruised face peeking into the cockpit. Jim raises his eyebrows (thinks he recognizes this kid? but it's gone a second later).

"They should just come on," he says, stepping further into view so that he can crouch and peer at the controls. When what he's looking at sinks in, his expression shifts into one of disgust. "Ah hell, they refitted these to be tandem control like the shuttles," he complains. "Why do they design it this way..." Poke poke. He hits a button and the secondary panel lights up, but nothing further. Waiting for him to sit down, probably.