"I doubt they would be as lenient as you fear," Mirage laughed, unsure how to take the comment. Did it sound like a claim of favoritism? He couldn't tell.

"Perhaps the attempts at repair were as damaging as the initial cause?"

Mirage glanced toward the curtain thoughtfully, pondering the still-smoldering frame not-entirely hidden behind it.

"Either way, it seems that the delay was - somewhat - justified, if that is the scale of the issue."

Sighing rather dramatically, the spy hunched down in his chair, preparing to dig down to wait for the long haul.

What a terrible day. Maybe he could flag down a junior-medic to deal with the pain quickly enough? He cast a glance around, searching for First Aid or Hoist.