Skip huffed at the introductions by the pilots. Checking his helmet chrono, he saw that Miles had a few minutes to get to the briefing. Closing all outgoing audio from his helmet feed, he decided to make sure his remaining brother hadn't decided to fall asleep on the can or something. You never knew with Miles.
--Miles, are you up and about, or do I have to drag you to the briefing by your ear?-- Skip asked with a mildly stern tone, a tone that belied his jocular words.