Originally posted by
general_urko
All right, that's it, goddammit, Graham thinks, hearing Palver's response. Do these spores make everyone on this planet ball busters, or just science division types? For all his inclination to ask Collins one-on-one what the hell she's doing, and despite any temptation to watch her twist in the wind, she's still his mission commander. He strides forward until he's face to face with Palver, backing off from an aggressive posture at the last moment since he accepts the fact that their rank differential makes going drill sergeant on a superior officer a losing proposition.
"Her egg-bearing Hortas...." he mutters while on approach, then then drastically moderates his tone to all business. He stands at attention and then shifts to parade rest and clasps his hands behind his back. "Sir, I believe the lieutenant meant her team, sir."