They kicked open the bay door, for it to slam back in on their face. They swore, using words that weren’t really repeatable in polite company. Or impolite company. Maybe racist company.

“What did I say about that language?”

“Don’t act like my grandma.” They tried again, a little more carefully, managing to keep the door open so as to escape the ship. They paused, long enough to help their companion out.

She reluctantly took their hand, but then stood on top of their broken ship as they took stock of their surroundings. There was no other way of saying it. They were stranded.

“Nose goes,” they said, placing a finger on their nose.

“Don’t you act like my dad.”

They climbed off of their ship and went to explore the new world.