He rolled his eyes slightly. Well, he supposed he had said 'ship.' "Time Vortex," he said shortly. "We're between moments of time." He tapped his fingers irritably on his leg for a moment, then sprang to his feet and began pacing. He didn't sit still very well, for the most part. Especially when he was talking. "Something's wrong with the old girl," he muttered, frowning. His oldest, dearest friend, his ship, and he hadn't been able to fix her in all this time.