T'vor continued to monitor his screen for a moment or two, then swiveled in his chair to cast his hidden gaze at the deathly Angel that continued to stand idly in the doorway. There was a frown on T'vor's face. 
"Do you have some other business here, Grim? Surely my navigators are not so incompetent that someone here is going to die."

Grim turned his ever-present grin on the General. 
"Oh no, General. You have very competent pilots. And even if someone here [i]was[/i] going to die, I couldn't tell you. Customer confidentiality and all that." He sniggered at his own joke.

T'vor's frown did not change. He didn't seem to appreciate the Grim's sense of humor. 
"Right." He turned towards Azurael. 
"If you get motion-sick, why didn't you see the physician? Or have you no faith our school of medicine?"