[He hasn’t shown his proverbial fangs but the flicker reminds him that some of the frustration must have infected how he handled that. He turns the journal around. There are notes written carefully. Noting the odd features of the ship and below that, ‘look out for these’.]

These guns have serial numbers. I can’t read them but I can copy them down. If we run into them on any file we’ll have an idea what we’re looking at. Until we can translate whatever files we have, this is something to help.

[He pauses and adds,] And I’m sorry, I was on the team that entered that rift to retrieve the people locked inside and the negotiations teams. It still stings quite a bit.

[And he will be very careful not to let the sting of it have a party with how much he doesn’t want to be on this shipmthat stirs up very bad memories.]