Two Fat Ladies... oh, Fuel-Light Bingo!!

<OOC: Aha! A way to fix this 'Dean in two places problem' just struck my feeble brain. It's cunning.. like a dead stoat. Yeah. It's not terribly cunning really.>
 
<SNIP>Guinevere quietly followed McJohn, Goode and Lustbader to the Drive "Hey." She said stepping in front of the chosen male/victim. "I'm new aboard, just got in a couple of hours back and been down at Parrotts with Lustbader, McJohn and Goode. My names Guinevere Winter's, I'm an engineer, technician and all rounder mechanic." Her hand was out to be shaken as she awaited a response.
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"Umm.. Guinevere, I know that technology is pretty wonderful these days, but even so, I AM on a comm-screen. I'm currently several klicks away, reloading a ship full of missiles to guard a ship full of beer." Dean paused. "Gosh, it sounds so simple when you put it like that. Still, there's a gentleman over there..." Guinevere looked around, "Nope, other side." Guinevere looked over her other shoulder, "...who would be more than happy to chat with you. Still, if you're an all-rounder mechanic you can help me give the Raven a check-up at some point. Over and out."
Dean flicked the switch to kill the transmission, shaking his head at Guinevere's mistake whilst pumping his fist in celebration of the 'official-isation' of his temporary promotion. He punched himself in the face. Shuddering, grimacing and muttering slightly, he decided that her mistake was more likely just down to nerves at being fresh meat on board.
He looked at the security cameras to see how Efof and Katz were doing at the reloading. They were doing fine.
He looked over at the read-out of the distance to the Exxon Shaldeez. That was fine.
His speedo was registering steady. That was fine.
Cabin Pressure. Fine.
Fuel Pressure. Fine.
Oil Pressure. Fine.
Fuel Gauge: Bingo-level. "That's nice." thought Dean, on a meandering thought-path of 'two fat-ladies, 88, vicar in the bushes..."
Oil Level. Fine.
Suddenly BINGO rang a bell. A clonking great bell. In fact, if you have a moment, this bell dwarfed Big Ben. It made Big Ben look like a speck of dust on the back of a dust-mite which was consuming the dust off a mosquito's bed.
"Raven to Blue Dwarf."
"Yes Dean?"
"Smegging Smeg Smegitty-Smeg-Smeg."
"Come again?"
"Can you send some reinforcements to the Exxon Shaldeez? I need to pull out and reform. Tell whoever's been promoted to my second-in-command to organise something, quickly, I really can't hang around!"
 
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Dean "BINGO!" Thomas