[Cylon? Martha raises an eyebrow at that, confused but otherwise not looking bothered by what their saying. Her calm exterior is not matched inside. Flushed out the airlock is not how she wants to end her day. Or life. Eye Patch glares at her and she matches his glare.]
I. Don't. Know. I was in my office going over medical reports, and then I was here. I didn't plan to be here. I don't want to be here. I don't want to deal with the paperwork this is going to generate, or the argument I'm going to have with the Chief when I get back. So someone had better start giving me answers.
[She's aware of the man in her peripheral vision though she has no idea how to help him now.]