Gabriel hit the desk next to his book in frustration not having noticed that he had company he might could fabricate a weapon but it should take months to gather the materials alone much less figure out how to fix it into working components he should have been doing this before but he had been too stupid and wrapped in his self pity. Now all the people on this ship, including Chantelle, Mia, and Artie may die because of his selfishness.  He sighed and sunk into the chair burying his face in his hands.  He had ripped out his ponytail earlier when he had come in and began studying and now it fell like a curtain to hide his face.