"No way," Cupcake had started to retort as she received the order, but was cut off with the feedback in her ear. Or at least that was the only word she could think of to describe the high pitched sound, almost like a scream. It was almost enough to make her rip off her helmet. To her right, that's exactly what Bottleneck did, and Rosie glared.

She grabbed his helmet out of his hands and raised it up, crudely trying to shove it back onto his head. He took the hint and finished the work. Wordlessly, Cupcake wheeled the dial around until she hit their closed wireless frequency. The cessation of the squeal was a relief, but she knew she was going to have a lot more than that to deal with in a moment. "Keep your frakkin' helmet on, do you want decompression sickness?" She didn't even care that their escorts could overhear every word at that point. He was acting like an idiot.

His only answer was a glum look. "Now quit being such a baby. I'm going to back to the main frequency." She steeled herself, and twisted the dial back around...