Things had certainly quieted down considerably compared to earlier, when everyone was still struggling to get their bearings or frantically pulling people out from beneath fallen objects and other cadets who'd toppled over.
And yet, despite the rustling aboard the overcrowded vessel, which was currently home to cadets in varying states of distress, all a certain Chief of Staff seemed capable of hearing were the mutterings about him.
About them.
Seriously, the youth of today! Couldn't they at least focus on their own survival for the time being?
How could they still find the time to gossip about something so unrelated when they should be far more concerned about the fact that no one could even contact home?!
"..."
And yet, despite his grievances, Killian himself wasn't exactly in any position to criticize them.
