“Get over here, you two, debrief time,” Haruhi looked like she was about to say something more, but closed her mouth and glanced down at the fire hose instead – still in her hands – and after a moment of hesitation placed it on the floor. She gave the enlisted a time to gather before her before she continued.
“Damage control is about two things: prioritisation and swift action. If you fail at the first the second often won't mean anything, and guess what, you failed at the first.” Haruhi crossed her arms across her chest and frowned at the pair in front of her. “Putting out the fire first would have prevented it from spreading, prevented further damage to the fabrication bay and the rest of the ship, removed the threat of burning to death from the two Juni, improved your ability to move around the fabrication bay... how you could possibly have thought it was a brilliant idea to let it burn is completely beyond me.” The aggravation in the Neko's voice had climbed throughout the sentence until she bit down on continuing her rant.
She drew in a sharp breath then expelled it in exasperation, before she continued on in a more level tone. “'Fortunately' for you, the Taii had to remind me that as Nitô Hei you are not fully expected to be able to think rationally by yourselves, that duty falls on me, though that far from excuses you two in my books – Empress help you if the Mishhu ever take my head during combat and the fate of the ship rests in your hands.”
“Putting the farcical handling of the fire aside, the treating of the Juni was more or less acceptable, they're alive and their injuries were handled appropriately.” Haruhi looked over the bay as she seemed to brood for a few moments. “We're on the clock so that's all I'll say for now. Clean this mess up, think over what happened and make sure you're at the armour bay at least ten minutes before the Taii's deadline to get suited up. That's all.”