Jared almost snapped at the Captain when she called them to settle down and target him over damaging her table but to his credit he did not let his rage slip. He fumed inside his head for a few seconds over what she could be talking about before his eyes finally looked to where his arm had impacted the table. He was stunned by the fact that not only dented the table significantly, but had done it without realizing it. Sure he had the strength to do it with the modifications... but to not realize he was exerting more force than he should, even in that moment, worried him.<br/><br/>He spent the majority of the meeting inside his own head trying to comprehend what was happening with him, the headaches (or more accurately now migraines) were one thing but the building/almost uncontrollable rage was something else entirely. If he had been paying attention he probably would have chewed out the other pilots for just up and leaving  before the meeting was over but his whole focus was on his hand. The offending hand that had slammed down on the table with such force to nearly break it, all without him knowing.<br/><br/>Veronica's hand on his shoulder brought him out of his mental cage of foreboding and making him realize the meeting was over, numbly getting to his feet and going through the motions of being dismissed. Out in the hall, Jared shuffled along in silent contemplation beside Veronica. His movements  were heavy and slow, weighed down by his dread and the slowly returning migraine pounding at his head.<br/><br/>Finally the returning migraine became too much and he stopped to rest his head against a cool metal panel. Veronica was there, of course, caring and expressing her concern for him but Jared ignored them and let a question slip from his lips. “Do you know how the other pilots in my program are doing?” Was all he said quietly. It was the only thing he could think of that could be the matter. He was snappy in a feral way and he had to constantly focus to keep his thoughts clear... he had all ready gone of the rail twice recently. It had to be his modifications... he had too much of a future now to be depressed especially with Veronica beside him.<br/><br/><br/>*<br/><br/>This was not the Elyandra Jon had left behind; everyone looked tired, worn, and stressed more so then he could ever really recall... Jared especially looked like shit and his temper definitely shorter... unless you count when he was suffering from depression but Jon thought he had gotten better after hooking up with Veronica. Angela was a surprise, having not seen her mech in the battle he had assumed the worst but evidently his worry was unfounded... whether it was a good surprise or a bad one remained to be seen.<br/><br/>Despite (or perhaps because of) the increase stress, it seemed like discipline had broken down on the ship since he was last here and he bit his tongue as people kept suggesting rescue plans. Everyone who offered ideas, even somewhat basic ones, was missing one critical piece to the whole plan: they had no idea where Dren was. Once they knew where he was and at least a basic understanding of the defenses then the planning could really start. Until that point everything else was just hopeful imaginings.<br/><br/>When the Captain dismissed everyone, Jon thought about going to her about reporting back for duty especially after all the damage the ship took but he decided against it. She looked like she needed a breather after the lack of respect the pilots showed, and admittedly he probably needed to get cleared by medical before he could do anything. The repairs would not start in earnest until after the memorial anyway so he had some time before he would start feeling left out of piecing together a ship he cared for for so long... which reminded him.<br/><br/>“Rega?” He said with a bit of concern to the alien engineer/scientist, “If you or your AI encounter any problems understanding our systems, let me know and I'll help sort them out. I imagine there might be some discrepancies in our technology that might cause issues in understanding... being built in a different language, culture, and what not.” He offered a small smile and turned to head off to medical... though he had to resist the urge to chastise the alien AI about its keeping secrets while stealing theirs but it would be a moot point.<br/><br/>He did not get far though before a familiar form interpose herself between him and any further travel. He looked at the Lieutenant Commander giving her a slight nod and a quick  “Angela,” before attempting to step around and keep going. She moved into his way before he could go anywhere though and he took another look at her to actually see her. He saw the look in her and way she was standing, she knew better than to let him go as he would just bury himself in his work mentality... she was forcing him to wake up emotionally.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Angela waited for Jon, “There is so much that I want to say to you…”</span><br/><br/>“You could have at least wrote,” were the words out of his mouth before he thought. Bitter words that he regretting saying, kicked himself over for saying them after so long away from her only to possibly open new wounds... He would not backpedal though, he couldn't, he had said the words and now live with the consequences of them.