Oh he knew, he just wanted to see how uncomfortable he could make Ryan. Then again…he paused once more in his movement and shrugged. He could be a sly devil and a pain in the butt, but right then he didn’t really feel it anymore. He straightened and stood up slowly, stretching just a bit. Not enough to hurt but enough to relieve the tension of sitting. The effects of the pills were still there and he felt just a tad bit wobbly but not as much as before.<br/><br/>He let out a small breath when a thought came to him. “Navigation's.” He muttered under his breath. Something about that stuck with him. He was not navigator but he was a Jack of trades…sort of. He was the one who did what he was told. The ‘good’ soldier. He turned to face Ryan. “Navigation's, I can’t put my finger on it but I feel it is important for some reason.”<br/><br/>Maybe it wasn’t navigation's, damn this drug was messing with his head and he didn’t like it. He frowned and closed his eyes trying to focus. “Location, Gendahl fleet, Kat, Thomas…” He was muttering things trying to put them into perspective but things were just not fitting. The effects were wearing off but it still wasn’t quite right. “Do you have the tablet from before?” he asked wondering if there was something in there that could help them.