"Airships all have the same general design. Besides," he pointed at a sign he was running by, "regulations state that they display the directions to key rooms."

The sounds of fire were duller in the metallic underbelly of the ship, but returned to their original volume once Ales opened the door to the propeller room.

"Alright, everyone, listen to me!" He jumped onto a nearby stool. "I'm Ales Mansay, Airship Pilot and I'll be heading the repairs! What's the situation?"

Several of the workers shot each other confused looks, mostly because they'd never seen a Teensie before. The more quick-witted of them realized that he must be one of the Heroes of Light on board, and immediately ran up to him.

"Heavy damage sustained on the secondary shaft, Mr. Mansay."

"One of the power boxes are overheating."

"I'll get to the shaft right away. Hand me the necessary tools." Ales spoke with careful diction with just the right amount of arm flailing to get his jacket sleeves to whip around dramatically.

"Yuna." He turned to her once the workers left. "Can you get to that power box? You might have a spell that can cool it down, right?"