"There's worse things in the world than dying, Eyebrows." Tam shrugged him off curtly. The overly logical xeno had been a constant source of argument for as long as she'd known him. She didn't expect there was any malice behind it, just one of those personality conflicts. That didn't mean she looked forward to their arguments either. 

"Oh for- I'll get him!" She used the opportunity to disengage when the engineer stormed out. She'd worked with him more than most people on the team, given the overlap in their specialties. She tended towards the more maintenance oriented jobs though, taking care of armor and drones, while he did the more... esoteric jobs. Inwardly, she'd suspected more than once that he was an avatar of saint MacGuyver reborn.

"Hey, Paul!" She stuck her head out the door. "Gear's in here, old-fuck is tentatively designated as friendly. Don't bother the locals."