Connor scratched at the dried blood on his arm to try and get it to flake off. He’d already been stopped five times by people he passed in the halls asking about the blood. It wasn’t really annoying so much as it was embarrassing. 

He needed to wash it off and the only place he knew where to do that was the communial bathrooms in his bunk area. So he was taking a bit of a round about route to get there. At least it should have been a short cut.

As well as he had memorized the hallways of the ship he still managed to get himself turned around with how much everything looked alike. It was embarrassing and frustrating because he was wandering the hallways like a dumbass rather than working. Reece was bound to notice he was gone and just like that, he’d probably lose any good grace the man had given him.

Connor stopped scratching and sighed, letting his arms drop to the side for a moment before swallowing his pride and pulling out his tablet. He pulled up the map for the ship and a small red dot appeared to signify where he was in the ship. He stood for a few moments, taking note of the fastest route to get back to the hangar and what turns he needed to take.

Nodding in satisfaction he put his tablet away and resumed walking. He turned the corner to one hallway and blinked seeing someone in a jumpsuit sitting on the ground and looking like a kicked puppy.

Frowning in concern he abandoned his original course and trotted over to the man. As he got closer he recognized him as the Ni-Tech he’d had a less than stellar conversation with. He grimaced with the realization. He had been an ass to the guy, he probably didn’t want to see him if he was looking so down.

But his conscience wouldn’t let him just pass by the guy like he wasn’t there, that was just wrong. Besides he could apologize properly now for earlier. 

“Um, hey,” He called out when he was close, stopping within arms length of the man. “Are you okay?” He asked with a worried crease of his eyebrows.