With the sight of Lucian's crumpled body, nearly all of the optimism in Ryobi dissipated immediately. Davis had been a long-time friend of his, and they were closer than nearly anyone else on the station. And now he was very likely dead. "Gris?" Ryobi muttered, unable to believe the evidence before his eyes. "Why would Gris... He's always been such a nice guy. This makes no sense. Did he ever complain to you?" Ryobi turned to Jan, hoping the Warden might have some insight. "No, wait. We need to get moving. Tell me on the way."

Ryobi let his eyes pass over the former Captain and let out a sigh. "We should lock this door. Burchill has a key to his office, right? If we lock it, then people won't be able to get in easily and mess with station controls." He stepped back to Burchill, finally breaking the embrace he so desperately needed. "And to think, I told Sayako last week that things were starting to get a little boring and routine. Not anymore, huh?" He rummaged through the Captain's pockets, trying to remove the identity of his actions from his mind. It wasn't easy for him, and every action was forced, even his footsteps towards the body. "This was not how I wanted to spend my day off, Warden," he called back, attempting to maintain his glib exterior despite the sinking feeling in his stomach. "You always know how to screw with my vacations, it seems."

A few seconds of grim searching revealed the captain's key card, which Ryobi picked up and held out towards Jan. "You should take this and keep it safe, Captain. Let's lock this place up and get going. The doc needs us as soon as we can get there." He cast a look back to the monitors wistfully. "Hopefully we can come back soon and get more information, but there's no time now."