[ The Tactical Officer stumbles out— it's clear he was leaning against the door for that conversation, straining against it even though he knew someone was on the other side. A step or two and he rights himself, and he looks up, daring him to say anything.

At least the anger in his voice as simmered down. Looks like he's relieved to be let out. ]

Finally. Exactly how long was I shut away?

[ No watches in the airlock ]