Dom didn't immediately respond. He immersed himself in the task, making sure he could complete the seal and repair of the cracked metal before he did anything else. Having been on starships for years, he'd been used to distractions, but he'd learned to do one thing at a time. He maintained his laser with those steady hands, moving with precision until the job was done. Then, he exhaled, having been holding his breath to help with the steadiness. It was a tough job, but someone had to do it, and he was the one who could do it right.
He turned onto his back and sat up, rolling on his platform until he had his knees up at his chest, resting his arms on them, laser device dangling from his left hand.
He caught sight of the security officer then, noting the Spanish woman's uncanny ability to fill out her uniform in all the right places. He thought briefly how he wouldn't mind being thrown into a brig cell by her... but then he heard her question, and his eyes narrowed, meeting hers, quickly on the defensive as the question came across as rather terse. "Vulcan neuro-pressure massage." *He said wryly. "What's it look like I'm doing?"
