On his bunk lay an exhausted Devors, right arm flung over his eyes and the other hanging lazily next to him. The man, in some miraculous way, had not yet passed out despite every molecule of his body suggesting he should. The thoughts of just what a clown show the day had been kept him awake, alongside the fact that Zim guy had decided to ask him a stupid question like machines being alive. Honestly, Devors was drunk enough to believe just about anything at this point. Not like he remembered what was actually said, anyway. Finding peace with that resolution, his body finally decided to let him-

"This is Captain Ritsu. Team Sigma, report to the containment sector on Delta-4 for a special briefing. This excludes Sergeant Steinhart and Pilot Gene."
[h3][b]*WHAM*[/b][/h3]
A loud noise resounded when Devors' fist, followed by the rest of his body, collided with the floor from violently rolling himself out of his bunk. The man pushed himself up from the floor and let out a groan, looking around to see the world spinning like a hamster wheel. He ran his hand across his face, brushing away the golden locks that had fallen to cover his one remaining eye. He really, [i]really[/i] hated this job.

After stumbling and tripping through the hallways for a solid twenty minutes and delaying everyone the man had finally managed to find the place of gathering. He didn't even bother to hide his inebriated state as he shuffled up next to the rest of the crew, his lone half-open lazily scanning the environment. The hot captain started blabbing about something Devors didn't care about, making him struggle to stay awake through the whole spiel. The only time Ritsu managed to grab his attention was when she mentioned his name, making him blink twice.

[color=Gold]"Wait, what?"[/color] he let fly, though everyone looked to be too occupied to notice. He tried to recall what the captain had said, something about a chair? Also Steinhart... wait, wasn't that Elise? Why would Elise have been in a chair? Wasn't she in the hospital?

After blinking a few more times and looking around in confusion, Devors finally managed to spy the tiny commander in a wheelchair. It took him a few seconds to put two and two together, eventually coming to conclusion that Ritsu wanted him to push Elise's wheelchair. Wordlessly Devors shuffled around and got behind Elise. His first attempt at grabbing the wheelchair's handles failed and he missed, causing him to stumble forward and lightly bump against her back.

[color=Gold]"Wait, no, shit, hang on, I got this."[/color]

Trying again, Devors managed to actually grab onto it. Paying no mind to Elise's condition he mindlessly pushed it forward to follow the rest of the crew, half-heartedly listening to the rest of Ritsu's spiel. At some point a funky-looking alien popped up in front of everyone's faces, causing the man to snort. Everyone else didn't seem to find it as funny as he did. He didn't hear them snort, at least, and he was pretty sure one of them looked like they were about to hit Ritsu. That'd be a funny sight.

Wait, shit, didn't the captain say 'prepare to depart' or something? Did that mean that Devors could go back to passing out? He looked down, seeing he was still holding on to the handlebars of the wheelchair. Right, he was supposed to be pushing this thing. This thing with Elise in it. In thinking about it, Devors remembered that she was in it because of... him. He couldn't leave yet after remembering that, something inside of his spinning brain told him the least he could do was stick around for a little while.

[color=Gold]"...So, uh, Elise, do I still need to push you somewhere or something?"[/color] Devors asked her, disregarding everyone else.