[Of course it wasn't unbearable for her. She wasn't the one caught in the back, not getting a breath of wind from the fan, in the already cramped cockpit of a light frame. A light frame that was already badly dama--]

Hey!! That's--

[Her gentle rap against the paneling gives a loud clunk, and shortly thereafter the fan stops completely. So much for the relief of fresh air.]

Furballs--!! Are you doin' this on purpose?!

[Tugging at his collar to try and loosen his clothing and cool off even a little, he soon yanks off his own overcoat and tosses it at the back of Mercedes' head in frustration.]

I'm not gonna be able to pilot anything until you move your big, fat butt out of the way!!