"Typical," he sighed bitterly. "We're everywhere except here." Well, he could change that. Technically already had, but not properly. Without a cloning lab it was going to be hard.

"I was talking to that," he points at the planet out the window. It was just sitting there, mocking him. "To this floating, festering box we're in. My work's too important for this. Already had enough interruptions, can't just stop n--"

Yes, he could, in fact. Had to stop, cringe for a moment, bring a hand to the front of his suit, where some dried blood was still visible. Had to take smaller breaths until things healed up. Which was an unconscionable affront to his desire to rant.

"I'm very upset," he managed finally.