After the 'debriefing', Alroy had returned to his quarters, locked up, and drifted off into nothing for a little while, letting the rest of the drug work its way through his system while he worked out his irritation. He owed it to the Old Man, and the company, to do what he could rather than cutting loose and heading for a new berth - but that would require talking to Walter, and he didn't know if Walter was going to be interested in listening.<br/><br/>Instead, he headed to the mech bay, having given the techs time to clean off the worst of the grit and dirt and rubble from Tanya. Rana, Griff, and the Capellan nerd were chatting over near Griff's Marauder - he didn't disturb them with more than a nod of greeting, instead heading over to the gantry and riding the lift platform up to opposite the gaping wound in his Mech's shoulder. He settled himself, cross-legged, and gazed into the cavernous hole, staring at the charred and bent actuator components and torn myomer strands in deep thought.