"I don't know about you, but ghosts tend to haunt the living out of spite or remorse...This planet is already..." 

He halted himself before finishing that sentence. Rayland caught what he was about to say and denied it from leaving his mouth, not wanting to sound as if he were venting or disrespecting the considered dead. Sounding like a downer was the least he wanted to have happen; he had an image to keep after all. Too recover himself from the moment, the leaned back, keeping hold of the chair's back-rest to balance himself while sighing in a deep breath.  

"But, stress huh?" Rayland repeated, as if reminding himself of the word and its meaning. Was he really stressed out? Probably more than he realized himself considering how every single event was playing out.

"I suppose a break every now and then should help." said Rayland before his eyes caught the time displayed holographically on the medical office's wall. Breathing out his nostrils, he decided to raise himself from the chair, "...But I've been away from my duties much longer than I should be. I'm sure that I'll be needed again soon for OP coordination again."