Being dropped so suddenly wasn't the preferred way of landing for Ensign Malory. He was still ready to bargain for the tape but Bolts too, outranked him. "Ah, fuck why can't someone who, y'know, doesn't outrank me walk through those doors?" he stood up slowly and brushed off his permanently dirty work pants and shirt. He looked at Vas with the same expression Vas was giving him if he had flesh that could make expressions as easy as him. "I'll grab it, but the more you use the more you'll wish you didn't use as much. Shit is hard to come by in fucking space." He walked out the door, clutching his shoulder. His arm was basically dead at the moment, but hopefully not broken. He walked by the mess hall and saw the doc. 

"Ay Cason. We're gonna have a little meeting in a bit." He shouted without slowing down. He wasn't bleeding on the outside at least. He went on through the corridor until he got to his room and grabbed the duct tape from one of the hundred secret compartments he was probably not allowed to have installed. He muttered to himself about how if the captain were here shit like this would never have happened. Cap would've solved all the issues by now and no fight would happen. His anger toward Vas was slowly being replaced by being mad at the captain for disappearing like she did.