His eyebrows squished together in concern as he watched Dallas try and dismiss the clear damage that was done to his head, almost streaming blood down his face. Flux was about to lean forwards and offer some strip of clothing to help staunch the bleeding when he heard a very distinctive cough.

Whipping himself around, he met the familiar form of Quill, his shoulders snapped up to his ears and he made sure his back was straight. Well this looked rather embarrassing, anyone else and it would have been fine, but the captain?

“I think..” His words died out as Quill secured himself around Dallas and began to drag him away, headed to the medical bay. Flux was left standing in the walkway, blinking like a lemon. His head turned to look up and down the hallway, bewildered in the minute of chaos he had just endured. It was always like this on the damn ship, peaceful then ruined by a sudden raucous event.

With a groan, Flux pinched the bridge of his nose and scrunched his eyes closed. He needed a coffee. His feet dragged along the floor as he pulled himself closer to the engine bay, eyes still wrinkled with vague disgruntlement.

His torso curved around the corner and his eyes landed on Yutaka, his shoulders lifted and his steps quickened in surprise to see him so quickly. Rushing his way over, he raised a hand to gain the other man’s attention.

“Yutaka, hol’ up!” His voice was only raised marginally louder. Flux’s other hand pushed into his back pocket to fish out the crumpled and stained paper.