“Oh, what’s to become of me? I’m hideous!” “Iko, it’s only tempor—” “Now, hold on just one minute there, little miss disembodied voice.” Thorne strode into the engine room and crossed his arms over his chest. “What do you mean, ‘hideous’?” This time, the temperature spiked. “Who’s that? Who’s speaking?” “I am Captain Carswell Thorne, the owner of this fine ship, and I will not stand to have her insulted in my presence!” Cinder rolled her eyes.
