[ A blinding, all-encompassing sense of immediacy had given him the speed and energy with which to come directly up to the bridge and now that he was here, standing at the very threshold, he was determined not to let it desert him now. Not when there was still time, time for explanations to be given and reassurances made and for things to actually turn out in a logical, sensible way. With the shuttle blackbox in one hand he spares the other for a brief salute as his gaze seeks out Ward's beyond Resnik's shoulder - he was the captain, after all - before it drops back down to meet Resnik's. ]

Sir, ma'am - [ The salute falls away without waiting for it to be returned as he crosses the threshold - an oddly uncharacteristic break in military discipline for someone so rigidly respectful as Hotspur. He takes a few steps in before turning abruptly to face the pair. ] - Before I start, I need to check... remind me, the formal line you've been giving us about what happened to the old crew, what is it? [ His expression is clear and his words are thoroughly innocent and calmly measured; there isn't even so much as a trace of accusation behind them. ] That you don't remember?