"Thank God," he said. Not a total loss was better than he was expecting. "I'll keep that in mind." Chase was kind of comforted by Molly's assurances they were going to be pissed at him awhile for this last stunt. They wouldn't want to beat the shit out of him when he did this if they didn't care.
Of course, Gert immediately started in about disabling Old Lace's escape pod mode. "No we're not," he protested. "I'll modify it all you want, but since it can save somebody's life, I'm not disabling it." He was concussed and beat up, not a doormat. No matter how much trouble he was in, he wasn't going to let Gert roll over him like that.
He scoffed at Molly's comment about the shirt as she fussed over his wound dressings. "As soon as you medically clear me, Dr. Bruiser," he teased. Yeah, that was going to be awhile. Part of his punishment for this last stunt, he was sure. "How about we put the next room someplace that isn't likely to crash instead?" Yeah, they said they'd talk to Molly about that. Now was probably not the time, but then, maybe after this last crash, Gert would be more amiable to the idea of a home port. But it would be just like his wife to argue with him just because she was pissed at him.