Jefferson walks back towards the ship, letting Jane  and Deacon work out the things they needed/wanted to while keeping their eyes on anything coming up on them from the rear quarter while he keeps an eye to the front 180. No question, the earlier sniping has him on edge, and he's eager to get back into the black where they're thousands of miles of empty to get lost in if needed. He breathes a little more when they reach the ship, though a flash of annoyance crosses his lips and eyes when he hears Ran's excuse. He knows them well enough to have expected this, but any delay at this point is a cause for some worry.<br/><br/>"Hopefully they won't bring anything back onboard this time. Our doctor seems to go through antibiotics faster than a rabbit reproduces...though at least he doesn't do that," Jeff deadpans. "I want us ready to go as soon as those two hit the doors, excepting necessaries."