Misha: When my eyes started going bad, I memorized the chart. Ram: Misha! Emma: Why would you do that? Misha: Because I knew this would happen. I knew... I knew you wouldn't let me do my job. Look, I... I can do it by feel; they trained me to do it by feel. They... I would put together everything with my eyes covered. I know this ship like the back of my hand. I... I have the best hands in space; you know that. Emma: Misha... Misha: No, stop it! No "Misha." This is what I do.