[u]Kay... After the visit.[/u]

Along the way, her feet stepped in automatic and body seemed slightly ridged, Kay's mind scrambled over her own thought. Each one seemed crafted to trip her up then aid in an easy decision. She barely registered when she had arrived, her inner distraction broken by the feminine voice of Captain Black. Nodding once before she took her seat, her lithe form glided downwards and settled into the grey fabric on the rolling chair. One by one each present body followed her lead and fell into a chair. 

Her gaze glanced to the side to see Rea'c had taken the seat next to her and a brief spark of gratitude came into her eyes as she turned her attention to the Captain. She noted the injuries, including Cody, and made a moment note to visit him within the medical bay shortly afterwards. It was curious to hear he had gotten a staff blast when all Rea'c and herself encountered were hostiles with Zats, mentally hoped the wound wasn't as badly as their unwanted host. If that was the case then he would be out of missions for a time. 

When Pvt. Truman was mentioned, Kay bite her lip. She wanted to state to the Captain the matter had already been discussed and she would likely be one of the few to spare with him, at least for the impeding future until otherwise noticed. However the only indication for her desire to talk was her fisted hand, hidden under the table and upon the arm rest. The discussion's flow shifted quickly to the next order of business, the mission result. 

This was bound to be the most depression aspect for her during the entire meeting. Mainly since her mission was cut short and little had been done to farther any aid towards the object...in short, regardless of the Captain's claims, Kay felt more like dead weight then anything. Her fingers edged toward the arm's tip and coiled about the end where they dug in. Besides that, Kay sat in silence listening to the subject jump from the data collected to the unexpected news about an explosion happening on one of the ships. It was...disturbing to learn. Namely due to the timing of it and the fact this third party managed to escalate a delicate situation so rapidly was unsettling. 

Lawson, head in physics-and a few other areas- pipped up to the Captain's question, hushing Kay to hold off on her meager report. 

The excitement practically dripped off the elderly scientist when he spoke of the data retrieved at high cost. Her mind was slightly amused as he seemed about as taken with the information as she was with the research requirements when she first entered the Stargate program. Her colleagues described as every inch of a bubbling and giddy school girl rather then the trained soldier that day. A mention her father had arched an eyebrow at and questioned her fellow comrades' sanity over. She pushed the thought aside when Lawson's tone changed. His finger made a soft tap upon his tablet and up popped the explosion of a ship onto a viewing screen, the ship ruptured into pieces from the inside out. The timing was too well placed in Kay's opinion as she watched the image flip from the ship recording to a nuclear, sided by another and more familiar one. They had similarities but over all, it wasn't hard to tell the difference between them. It was little wonder Lawson was concerned when he mentioned the warheads being exact, his own thoughts echoed Kay's own worries. 

She kept her suspicions to herself for the moment but she was sure everyone had it on their mind, in one form or another. Second Lt. then leaned back into her chair to ponder a moment and then relaid Rea'c and her own progress. "Rea'c and myself went topside to explore the given location coordinates. There were no signs of anyone being dropped off or present, nothing to indicate trouble either. The man, whose name I recently learned was Aeryn Throde, crossed our path when we spread our search outwards. About an hour later, we were ambushed and beamed on board during the fight. I'll deliver the planet mission details in my report though I'm sad to say it is brief." 

Kay found it difficult to keep the disappointment from flooding her voice when she spoke about the mission.