Having caught his breath and feeling no knock on the door, LeeRoy saw fit to take a look around the room. It was a laundry room of some sort, uniforms all over the place and underpants galore. The filth of a thousand men is the same no matter what planet you're from it seems. The scientist removed the tint from his visor to look around, there was absolutely nothing of use here. Clothes upon clothes upon clothes! "Dammit!" LeeRoy swore to himself, kicking a shirt aside in his frustrations. "I'm probably being watched right now, gonna bet that there's a camera somewhere in here!" Frantically looking around the room he spotted no cameras, that doesn't mean there aren't any. They're likely small and near invisible to the naked eye. 

'LeeRoy, calm down. When was the last time you took your medicine?'

His left hand rubbed against his helmet, scraping across the top of it. "I don't know! Probably a day or so, I was going to take it before I got on board this ship!"

'So you're not filtering your blood right, that's not good!'

"Yeah, I'm gonna start getting light headed." Now, a little explanation here. LeeRoy can't sleep, therefore his body doesn't do the tasks that it normally does at night. His body only does things at 1/2 efficiency due to the lack of an ability to sleep. To supplement this process he replaces his blood periodically. any blood will work. He's AB positive. 

Back on topic. Shaking his head out of frustration he sat down on a bench near the back wall. Popping the clip out of the rifle and checking the number of bullets, pulling out twenty six total remaining. He's fired four shots, and he only popped it he didn't hold down the trigger. It was designed like an automatic weapon, gas powered, thoroughly analyzing it to find how he should best use his remaining shots. "Headshots only, gotta make sure I get close enough to aim. There's not enough ammo for me to spray and pray."

'Spray and praaaaay!' She screamed it as though this weren't a serious situation, LeeRoy's face tensed up in frustration. 'Yeah, sorry. This is important.'

Popping the clip back in he loaded a round into the chamber and looked down the sights. Damn thing was too thin for his tastes. The bulkier masculine guns are his style, but that's because he loved the 80s era of hyper-masculinity. "It's a bit light, good material. It'll take a bit more getting used to before I can shoot the head off of a fly but I could pinpoint someone's head."

'Steady hands, cold heart, level head and no sweetheart.'

"Are you mocking me?" 

'Maybe.'

"You're not gonna take this serious are you?"

'You've never given me reason to doubt you.'

Lowering his gun he raised a finger and opened his mouth, going to say something but then he just. Closed his mouth and lowered his finger again. "Was that a compliment?" That's a first.

'It's a fact! Shut up!'

"I'm starting to think that you're not as evil as you act."

'Shut up, they're probably watching you! I bet they think you're crazy!'

With a rather unnecessary intensity he muttered to her. "Are they wrong?"