“How did you get in here,” Cormac croaks from his spot splayed out on the floor.

“You look positively wretched, my dear!” Irving’s grin curves elegantly over their face. They move to squat, arms crossed, looking down at Cormac. “I was wondering what was up when I saw your ship movin’ so strangely.”

“How did you get in here,” Cormac repeats.

“Oh, I just hopped on my balloon and sat it on top of your ship,” Irving said with a shrug.

“The red one or the yellow one?”

“The yellow one.”