Power Armor Bay > Wardroom
With his weapons stowed and his Mindy lined up in its
rack's framework, Saiga anchored the armor at its collar and began the quick task of removing it. First his helmet came off and then the suit's chest cavity opened to let him climb out. He didn't need Becker's help as much as others must, so didn't call for the engineer's attention. The spot on the Geshrin chusa's right calf where he'd been shot burned as it slipped up and though the Mindy's hemosynthetic insert, but the fact he could feel so much was a good sign. At least he still had a leg.
When Saiga was fully free of his battle kit, he looked down to examine the wound. It was raw and red and bright ring of damaged tissue surrounded the plasma burn underneath his skin, but it seemed otherwise contained—if there were any positives involved in being shot by hot energy, it was that flesh damage tended to cauterize when the shot passed through—and he could still walk, too, albeit with a touch of pain in every step. So he'd hold off going to medical until after the briefing. Tan and Taharial definitely had more pressing casualties to attend to and another scar didn't really faze him at this point.
The SAINT commando remained silent while he took a quick rinse in the forward decontamination area and then donned his black-paneled uniform. Those pensive minutes allowed him to organize his thoughts on the tragic mission that'd just occurred, though he'd been keeping track of the action—and the team's missteps—in real time. That's why he'd accompanied them, after all: to assess the infantry Neko and their first sortie as a Special Operations Fire Team. And why he'd allowed the fiasco to continue for so long without his direct intervention.
Moving to the wardroom next, Saiga was first bombarded with the scents and sounds Lime's ace cooking pouring out from the galley. Welcome sensations, definitely, and enough to lift anybody's spirit once the meal was served. Tons of tacos would really hit the spot after fighting and helplessly scrambling around for the better part of an hour. But that'd come later. The grim prospect of a debriefing and the dissection of failure continued to consume Saiga's thoughts for now.