Sounds uh.. sounds good.
…mhm… I’m… glad you’re okay.
For — Paylor, or? I don’t.. really know what we’re doing here, so.
Just… for myself. To be ready in case something happens.
Blue-shirted Chekov for all your blue-shirted Chekov needs.
[ Scott stared at him for a moment. He looked okay. Sort of. Maybe he was just tired. But Scott noticed him lying straight away, so he knew that wasn’t it. He’d been avoiding him just like Scott had. Pavel didn’t even have an accent anymore. Not really, anyway. Maybe he knew what Scott had done in the Capitol. The thought panicked him, but it was a distraction at least, and he couldn’t bring himself to leave just yet. ]
Uh.. what kind of — stuff?
[ Despite there being a serious lack of ‘technical stuff’. ]
Okay.. good. That’s good.
…I’ve got… stuff… to do… so I probably shouldn’t— I can’t talk for very long.