The dwarf snaps to at Tzahala's words, and he hustles to put the security plating he'd been working on while the C.O. was present back into place. The way he's moving, one would think that a fire had been lit under his arse... but more's the better for Tzahala, since the sooner he's done, the sooner she can get home and get some well-deserved shut-eye.<br/><br/>The next two checkpoints are fairly simple. He pulls the panels off, runs a diagnostic with his comm system, notes the status in the same system, and then reattaches the panels before motioning for the Israeli woman to fall back into step behind him. All in all, the patrol takes maybe half an hour more, before he finally reaches another Tunnel door and kneels down. As he begins unscrewing the panel, he begins to hum that strange, discordant tune once more.<br/><br/>"Gah. Can' get it out of my head..." he mutters as he sets the panel back on the ground. It seems like the environmental controls are a bit wonky here, though... that same cold chill is making its way down Tzahala's spine.