[He considered Wolfwood's words for a moment. Part of him was still coming down and seriously concerned that they might be in danger. Part of him acknowledged that there was clearly no motion, no obvious threat. They were safe here. He finally nodded.]

God-damned battles coming back to haunt him. I swear. Just...

[He grunted, his eyes looking around the room. The vision was gone, but it lingered and the damned commander was in it again.]

You're right. I'm waiting outside the bay. Shout at me if you need a gun.

[He wasn't just volunteering what he'd just seen exactly, at least not in here where it could come back again, but he wasn't going to stop either of them asking. Stepping into the hanger, he holstered his weapon and leaned against the craft, getting his breath under control.]