Williams looks at Flynn dashing off towards the cargo bay and lets out a deep sigh. "Just as I was getting comfy. I'm too old for this." With a swift push he lifts himself from the chair and turns to follow Flynn.

Whatever Flynn meant, Williams didn't understand. As much as he liked to think of himself as a capable engineer, the only thing he knew to the very last screw were guns, and the proper ways of killing things. All this technical stuff just wasn't his world. Naturally, this meant that he had no idea what Flynn was planning as he was making his way to the cargo bay at a lesiurely pace. Not that it was very far way, mind you.

Williams peeks inside cargo bay, and ahs to resist the urge to take off his helmet for the third time since they released the neurotoxin, and he scratches his neck erratically for a few seconds. "Okay Flynn, I beleive in your abilities to "convince the ship" that we have a life support system. Really anything will do as long as I can finally take this helmet off and actually breath instead of having oxygen pumped into my veins. How can I help make this quicker?"