As the two female pilots likely attempted to retreat back to their quarters, they would accidentally bump into an older, middle-aged gentleman in a stranger example of an officer's uniform while turning at a crossroads. Graham stepped back, making sure neither of them needed assistance, then began speaking, noting that they seemed off.

"Well? What's wrong? Seemingly in a hurry...", Graham inquired, seeing that the two were quite clearly disappointed or otherwise concerned. "Something with the results of the simulation test?". Graham was somewhat suspicious, wondering what was so worthy of their dismay. He looked over the two somewhat closer, seeing the unsatisfying job on Elizabeth's neural plug at the angle he was at.

"Ms. Jackspar, after you answer my aforementioned questions, I'd like to know if you have any information on the neural plug implants Ms. Lofgren's predecessor used on you, if you know anything yourself.". He had a bit of a frown whenever his gaze went over Jackspar's neural connection port, somewhat disgusted by the relatively shoddy job of whoever did that. There weren't any issues, he remembered, but to his sensibilities it was unrefined and just disgusting.

His opinion was that if anything had to be connected to you at all times, it should at least be relatively unassuming and blend in, not be so notable and obviously protruding. He mentally noted to see if he can get the materials Lofgren would need to devise better replacements, in both the function and form departments.