@Tayleigh Ryven This was the worrisome part, the part where he could do absolutely nothing. Sure the room was comfortable, the bed was alright and there was even a bottle of water that had been placed on the table for him, but it was basically a prison. The door was locked from the outside and although he could probably hack into it and open it...he had a feeling that the Guard beyond would not find that amusing in the least. So all he could do was wait. The practice in it of itself was familiar enough. When he'd been in the UN Navy he had done a lot of waiting. Most of his time ship side had actually been just sitting around. The work he did was mostly done in drydock, and thus generally when he was aboard a ship he spent most of it just sitting around. That was part of what had infuriated him so much. Eventually even the most patient man got restless. As he lay there on the bed Eric couldn't help but tap his foot against the metal bulkhead, his lips thinning as he wondered what they were doing with Tayleigh. Was she going to be alright? Would the MCRN try to discipline her? How did she feel about shooting the Belter? And most important, why did he care?