"Funny, you look like someone who had the same thing happen but in reverse."<br/><br/>Perkins sat in a chair by Erich's bed, reading a book without title or jacket. For a good reason too, these writings were considered very holy in the center of the Inner Sphere. He closed it and pointed to a brew in a cup by his bed. It wasn't coffee, which apparently was too strong for a stomach recovering, instead it was tea from Ceylon, one of the few places on Earth that still retained much of its agriculture. He had managed to slip in something for the poor MechWarrior's soul in the shape of soe brandy though.<br/><br/>"Drink. I suspect we have some talking to do once Walter comes here, and you will need to sound less like a gravel-muncher than you are now..."<br/><br/>He was valiantly keeping up his facade of the cold professional, but it was clear from the dark rings underneath his eyes that something was troubling him. He sipped from a cup similar to Erich's, but made up mostly of brandy rather than the brew.<br/><br/>"The crew is working hard on restoring the integrity of your fusion core as we speak. Have been all night under the supervision of a very enthusiastic Capellan you helped extract..."