[There... may have been more than a few moments where the frequently flustered leader of the team dropped his head to the counter. And gently beat it against the top. Because that was a spectacular failure of events. Incredibly so. It was like Murphy's Law steamrolled into his comm and usurped his text messages.]
[But, fortunately, by the time she arrives, he's recovered what composure he's ever got, and, also, cleaned up the mess he accidentally made of himself. Shirt back on, counter cleaned. Winner.]
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[But, fortunately, by the time she arrives, he's recovered what composure he's ever got, and, also, cleaned up the mess he accidentally made of himself. Shirt back on, counter cleaned. Winner.]
[Right?]
Is it? Sometimes I wonder.
[Because they're in space -- get it?]