Gerardo blinked stupidly at the Communications Officer as she stood before him, her neutral, almost arrogant expression driving irritation into his brain like a pole driver. With one of the pumps down in Hydroponics about to literally shit all over the floor, he was in little mood for filling out stupid reports about stupid stuff. A not so alien-urge to simply shove her out of the way as hard as he could entered his mind, but he was able to dismiss it at the last moment. Assaulting a colleague was a matter for instant dismissal, and Gerardo's medical bills needed OuterTech's subsidies a while longer. 

So, instead, he snatched her tablet from her with his metal hand, and threw it on down the corridor. "Next time, you're going with it," he said, spitting on the floor beside her. "Stay away from me, you stupid bitch." 

Not wanting to give her a chance to reply, he brushed on by her. Thankfully, the elevator was directly ahead, and he slammed the "Level 6" button repeatedly with the meaty fingers of his good hand. 

"Come on, come on, come on," he muttered. Blood pulsed through him in trembling torrents, and his chest was tightening with rage. Eddie's death hadn't really touched him, not emotionally anyway, but the idea of there being a nut job murderer on the loose had. And if that [i]woman[/i] came pestering him again, that murderer might become murderers. 

All he wanted to do was knuckle down, and sweat it out until the boat home arrived.