Herc taps the screen, carefully pulling all of Raleighâs info up, checking heart rate and pulse, his chem readings fine, just the drop showing up as a difference. He idly finds himself thinking about Stacker and what he would have done in this situation.
He knows full well Raleigh didnât get to go to Anchorage, thereâs been so much going on, so many problems, and Herc felt a twinge of guilt over it. âDo you need to pull out? Take a minute? Itâs not a big drop Raleigh, no rabbit in sight yet, but the spike worried Tendo.â He says quietly, knowing most of the crew was listening.
"M'alright, sir," Raleigh lowers his arms, flexing and shaking out the stiffness in his fingers. He's okay, really. Just needs to focus. This simulation is to see how he's faring after being shoved into the Drift with someone other than his designated pilot, so he's gotta focus. Especially if he's going to get back in Mocking Arrow with Mako anytime soon. "Been a little while since I've been in a conn-pod on my own -- actual or simulation..."Â Eight years and nearly one month. He could add the days and hours and minutes, truly he could, but it's probably not the best idea right now. "---I'm just getting back into the swing of it, Marshall. I'm good. What do I need to do next?"
