[i]Check on the girl he says[/i], Williams murmured to himself as he left the engineering bay. During the short trip to the crew quarters Williams had to fight off the urge to take off his helmet at least 2 times as the purple haze faded to almost invisible. Despite the lack of visual clues, his gear told him that the air is still able to kill him with a single breath. So instead of thinking about the uncomfortable feeling that the needles in his neck created, he instead focused on how they would survive this little encounter. He was a military man, not a scientist, and the only thing that came to his mind was to sit around and wait. Not like this thought made him feel any greater. After reaching to the conclusion that he was entirely out of ideas, and that his best hope was either Flynn or a random ship, Williams decided that focusing on the tiny needles in his neck was much more comfortable than the thought of impending doom.

He opened the door to the girl's room and stepped inside to check on their guest. A quick glance was enough to tell that the girl was still sleeping. Williams walked to the side of her bed and sat down gently on the edge, careful not to wake her up to the shitshow happening around her. Her rebreather read more than 1.5 hours of oxygen left. As long as she's sleeping, she'll be the last one surviving on the ship. And to be honest, Williams kinda envied her for sleeping so peacefully, surrounded by neurotoxic gases. If he had to choose a way to go out, he would rather die sleeping as some toxin kills him in an instant. The lights flicker to life and the atmospheric filters start circulating the air again, even thought they are only moving the air around without the life support system. Williams sighs and stands up to leave the room again and meet Flynn in the cockpit.

Entering the cockpit, he finds Flynn sitting in the pilot chair, observing the plathera of warnings and messages on the control panel. Williams walks up to his chair and sits down with a tired sigh. "Ugh. Life's never easy, is it? Where do you think we picked up this bastard anyways? Just in case we die here, I'd like to note it down in my last will that there might be a population of black ship eating goo on the planet we came from."