The transport was far too confining for Knostiis, seeing as he was use to flying threw vast voids of space with millions of light years between the tip of his wings and the nearest physical object. This vessel's configuration did little to alleviate the feeling of crampedness and confinement which the interior of the yellow ship evoked. The only vantage point which would allow one to gaze outside the vessel was an extremely small porthole at the height of the stairway, on the way to the bridge.
It was here where the width of the ship was the lest bulky, a fact which didn't sit well with Knostiis, it was a sure point of weakness in an otherwise sturdy vessel. There was a second port on the opposite side of the ship beneath front light fixture, but that was blocked off by the bulked which consisted of several feet of steel.
Everyone had been forbidden to enter the bridge and even though the stairwell leading to it was far more confining then any other part of the vessel it was there that Knostiis felt the best standing-The porthole giving Knostiis access to veiw the stars.
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In stark contrast to Knostiis and his ill-feelings toward being packed into a small transport ship like so many sardines in a tin can, was Mis.Shift and her well adjusted acquiescence to the whole ordeal. She remained in her seat during the entire journey, on the inside Shift was just as frazzled as she assumed the others were at this point.
She had gotten out of her assigned seat just a single time when she attempted to open the door to the Airlock, not knowing that while in flight mode and under monitored conditions the airlock was closed up tight.
Shift had seen many strange visitors to the Negative Zone, both friendly and enemy alike, but the beings presented here were far more interesting to her, and Mis.Shift did indeed wonder about them. They in no doubt were wondereing about her and Knostiis as well.