No answers? It didn’t seem like there was a point to letting them ask questions if he had told them all he knew. Not like it really mattered to him. Asking questions wouldn’t change what had to be done. Maxi was silent as Taleste headed out, and until Stryker chose to address him again. “Huh? Yeah, sure, I don’t see why not. They’re doin’ just fine, though.” He was still pretty bitter about being ordered to tend for one of the wounded that he really didn’t want to tend to, but Stryker was the boss. He couldn’t turn his request down, lest he get the short end of the stick. 

  He sat up from his seat upon finishing his breakfast, put his plate where it needed to be (he’d clean it later, maybe), and gestured for Stryker to follow him. He hardly waited for the guy to actually sit up; he motioned for him to come, and then headed down the hall back to the med bay. Not like he’d be polite to him after he was ordered to put up with that idiot from earlier. Maxi knew very well that he couldn’t disobey a direct order, but he could be petty and be the most intolerable person in the world until he felt satisfied.