Azimuth Medical Bay Tadgh had the computer read off the full damage report. It wasn't pretty reading. The impact sites had buckled the Hull. Azimuth had been using thrusters to compensate for what was essentially a kink in the hull that had the main drive firing off centre. They weren't going anywhere far until the outer hull was stripped from the middle of the ship and the structural damage repaired. At least a week in docks. Not cheap work. Tadgh already had a sidearm at his belt when the lift dropped him off at the medical bay. Stepping in he found both @Steven Maguire and @Lyla in beds. He breathed a sigh of relief. Steven had to be carried here but he had been worried the engineer would keep working until she collapsed. He was carrying two full sized work terminals and he handed them each the report. He was certain both would need to review. "Expensive work. And that's before we strip back the damaged plating and see what's there were the sensors got knocked out." He dropped to one knee beside Lyla, taking her hand between both of his. Tadgh's eye turned to the displays. He couldn't read medical jargon but it looked as if her blood oxygen levels were getting back to normal. Looking at Lyla he grimaced briefly. Tadgh hadn't really intended such a familiar gesture with the captain lying three feet away. He turned towards Steven. At least this wasn't his biggest problem of the day. "I'm going to go onto Ceres and see what state the docks are in. Also... I should admit I've been seeing your engineer for a week." Tadgh waited to see how that admission would go down. He didn't know Steven well enough to know, but in hindsight he possibly should have given him a little extra morphine first.