Sam turned to face the source of the voice, Lt. Samson, and he fixed each of the table's occupants with his one unencumbered eye.  His face bore a marginally large patch of bangaging along the left side of his face, as well as a large patch over his left eye.  His expression was carefully neutral, carefully reserved.<br/><br/>"Mike, what's the status of my suit?"  Sam asked, quietly.<br/><br/>"Your cockpit module's scragged, but we have another one inbound."  MIke explained, slowly, after being brought back to reality.  "Should be here by the end of the week."<br/><br/>"Thank you."  Sam said, again in his cool, quiet voice.  "I appreciate your dedication, Mike."<br/><br/>With that, Sam glared down at Samson and Izabel again, before turning to walk out of the commisary.