"The logs show Avrayen went back and forth a few times shortly after your tour, carrying things. Fuck, that means I'm going to have to run an inventory scan before we leave. Why do I always get stuck babysitting the Shuos dropouts? Anyway, if you want the full airlock logs [and feel like identifying whatever Mikodez's explosives are, and why they didn't set off the station security scan, eek], I can route them to you. And thanks for the chocolate."

Sasha lets the volume of her music grow again. She's not listening to incoherent screaming any more, but normal conversation is going to become difficult rather shortly.