"Do you need help young man."
A calm voice spread out unto the environment, reaching Corey's ears, causing him to turn the source of the voice.
"Do you need help young man?"
The voice spoke out once more and with a surprised, confused and suspicious expression.
In front of him was a ship made out metal and at the edge of the ship, was a middle aged man in black shorts and tees.
This middle aged man was the person who spoke and was currently looking at him. Apart from the middle aged man, Corey could see other people moving around in the ship, some shouting orders while others were busy working.
"If you're done looking, do you want help young man?"
The middle aged man asked once again causing Corey to look at him, and when he did, he noticed that the man had a face filled with sincerity.
