Alex takes his helmet back off, ears ringing in spite of the dampeners, and pats Mac on the shoulder.
"Excellent work, Corpsman."
Then his comm unit turns on.
"Lieutenant, would you like to explain why I have people pounding down the door to my quarters because they're apparently in mortal danger from a nightmarish monster, and that you and your friends were on scene? Nova Prime would like an answer as well."
Alex shakes his head, and smiles lazily at Mac. "You know, sometimes I dream about living on Earth, where stuff makes sense."
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