Walter's mood didn't improve any more over the course of the debrief. He soured significantly as Erich tried to smooth over the whole thing, flinching visibly as he mentioned his SRM-perforation. There was a high pitched ringing tone in his head, coming and going. His ears ached and he could feel a slight nausea coming on. He stood up with a heavy sigh.<br/><br/>"I don't feel too good, Perkins. Finish this one for me..."<br/><br/>He turned and left the table, one hand pressed against his temple. Perkins watched him the entire way out, one hand clasped on the back of his seat, his whole body ready to spring out of the chair. As the defeated man exited the room he turned back to the others, his smile rather weaker than before.<br/><br/>"Uhm, yes. Good things. Frankly I'm not sure what to say here. There was so much that went wrong that it kind of eclipsed all else. I have yet to compile and... I'm a bit tired. There has been a lot going on and Walter... let's just conclude this debreif for now. I need to arrange for our departure  and plotting our course, just enjoy your free time for now, ok?"<br/><br/>He gathered the reports back to the file and stood up, a bit of a frown on his face as he stood up and left the table, waltzing over to the command crew on the other side of the dome.