His ship. He wanted his ship back. At least on his ship he could seal the thing closed for the day and not worry that any living soul could disturb him. But he was certain that Sunshine knew he was up there, which meant that he couldn't pretend to be out.

Opening the door a little abruptly, he took a breath- and held it. No. He couldn't do it. His head tilted in an unusually expressive manner, as if to say 'can you blame me?'