A whistle, a scrape... a toxic cloud?
I often hear a nonchalant whistle when exiting the station; it often takes me several moments to realise it's the sound of my hull grinding away the plasmaperm coating of the station's pressure seal. Why one day I even ignited the air in the dock itself I'd generated so much heat from all the friction. That was the day they told me that I wasn't welcome anymore; apparently the smog lingering inside the docking bay had killed 7,362 people including dockworkers, pilots, passengers, cabin boys, and 12 dwarfs.
They took the matter so seriously they fined me 400cr!