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Dev gave a slight smile at the Captain's remarks. The two weren't exactly friends, but they were on the same ship together and quite frankly had to put up with each other. Dev was used to being told off, but was happy to see the Captain turning towards reason. Something Dev himself hardly ever saw. But as the captain began making his way to the med bay, Dev made his way back towards the cargo bay. He was sure the Engineer would be working to assess the structural damage the ship had taken, but someone needed to check on the cargo. And without a Loadmaster, Dev figured it was the least he could do.

Dev fired up his datapad as he entered, and almost immediately felt overwhelmed. Crates littered the ground, most of the restraints themselves had been singed or otherwise rendered inoperable for the time. Most of the crates themselves seemed to be intact, though a couple supply crates had been blasted through. The demolitions expert was actually somewhat glad he didn't engage the Ulnar in the cargo bay... he certainly would have blown through a quarter of their supplies at the very least. But once the crates were checked with the latest manifest, Dev provided the input for the changes in what they had left.

Once his work in the cargo bay was completed, Dev began the process of debriefing. He always called it that, but it usually consisted of a series of apologies and promises to not blow up his own crew and allies. With a tap of his comms, Dev first spoke to the Captain. [color=f9ad81]"Raymond, I've updated the manifest. You might want to take a look at it before we reach our next destination. I'm willing to take on the LoadMaster's responsibilities for now until we find a replacement."[/color] Once that was out of the way, Dev did have a small apology tour to make this time. He flipped his comms over to his favorite engineer. [color=f9ad81]"I'll try to show more restraint next time, Engi. In the meantime, it looks like you'll have plenty of work to do in patching us up."[/color]

Once back in his room, Dev immediately began to put everything back in place. Once his explosives were placed into their carefully chosen locations throughout his quarters, his cot was placed back into its position and Dev passed out almost immediately upon resting down on it. Wrapped tightly in his arms and pressed against his cheek was none other than his Death Whistle. His light snores made him seem so much less of a murdering psychopath than one would usually be very accurate to believe he was.