[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=0D6D83]Tom Fisher[/color][/b][/i][/h1][/center][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Tristan's Quarters -> The Infirmary[/center][hr][hr]

Tom gave Silvia a nod as she accepted his decision, turning his gaze over to Tristan as he was rolled out to the back, his officers moving along with him to ensure he was under guard as per his own orders. Tom was certain Tristan would be up before too long, and he'd be furious at the actions that he'd taken to ensure he remained under guard while Tom investigated everything. Knowing Tristan, he'd probably insist some sort of mutiny was going on, try to get Tom removed from his position - things were only going to get more stressful from here.

As he heard Silvia speaking toward Tryke, Tom looked back over to the two of them, arms crossed over his chest as he glanced toward the wall as well. Silvia had certainly done a decent job of breaking things on her first day, but he at the very least assumed none of it was intentional, except for maybe ripping out the ships core when she arrived and using it as a dodgeball. Tom bit his lip to stop himself from chuckling at Tryke's response, stepping aside as he let her crew get to work as he turned back to Silvia.

He was impressed that she asked what he wanted to do in the situation, he'd half expected her to wander off without him, so he appreciated at least the consideration. [b][color=0D6D83]"I'll come along with you, at least until Tristan is up and about again."[/color][/b] He nodded, letting her lead the way back to the elevator. He made sure his comlink was in a place he could easily hear it if it went off, he wanted to get down to speak to Tristan the second he was awake. Climbing into the elevator with her, he let out something of a tired sigh as he sent it up to the MOR, it had already been a long day.