I see my CMDR sitting in his pilot seat and methodically writing down all the system data on a piece of paper attached to a clipboard. He’s scruffy, unshaven, and has a slightly haunted look on his face from months of solitude. The whole time, he’s cursing under his breath.
“Dammit Jim, I’m a pilot, not a cartographer. Ha!” Frantically looking over his shoulder, “Did you see that, I made a Star Trek joke! Oh wait, that’s right. There’s nobody here. No one here but us chickens. Bok bok!”
Then back to his note writing.