Michael looks up as the yellow alert klaxon sounds in the med-bay where he had been looking around in.  He cocks his head as he attempts to access the main computer.  His connection with the computer allowing him to quickly assess the situation that is occurring and bringing him up-to-date.  Grumbling a bit to himself, "Great frickin' timing folks."<br/><br/>He turns toward the door as he hears it hiss open.  He steps around the bio-bed he was next to.  Just as he does, he hears the comment made by Brady.  Still upset from his less than glorious transfer he replies a bit coarsely "Yes, what of it.  Do you think I can't manage by myself."  Having no clue who this person is, but at the moment he really didn't care.  He half hoped it was the Captain.  If it was, he would love to give him a piece of his mind right now.  Figuratively obviously.