"/I'm supposed to be at that thing too,/" Miguel informed Nik with a frown. He didn't want to go, and they sure as hell weren't holding the meeting in Spanish. Still, if the boss told you to be somewhere, you were there.
"/I'm not sure what time it is,/" Miguel admitted with a frown. They had started to take inventory of what was broken, but *every* clock on board seemed to be. It was strange and unnerving and they had eventually given up. "/It's got to be getting close to four. Think we should head down?/"
Miguel usually ran on Mexican time, whereby a given time was more like a loose guideline to follow. Americans, he had found quickly, did not appreciate that point of view. If they said 4:00, they meant 4:00.