"I see." Dom shifted her weight. "What do you propose we do, then?"
"That," The lieutenant says slowly, "is a bit of a problem. I always believed Fennec was set to watch me, but now I can't really trust him or you. On one hand, you're telling the truth. In that case, Fennec delivered a message to the wrong person. Maybe the message was mundane, maybe not. However, if you're lying... Fennec delivered a message to you, and the you're working together with a sub-directive that I never received." Moore sighs and finishes his glass. "For now, there's very little I can do besides give up to paranoia and blow this place to hell or continue on blind. Of the two, I'm not yet willing to-"
Moore cuts off when the ships lighting flickers momentarily. He squints at the ceiling, unsnapping his pistol. "What the hell was that?"
Then the lights shut off completely.
Emergency lighting cuts on almost instantaneously, but it begins to flicker fitfully moments after it turns on. [Observation 7] You can hear the sound of multiple faint thumps coming from outside the room.
Moore grabs his helmet and presses against the inside, simulating a neck. "White! Report!" Nothing happens. "Argyle! Goddamnit, anyone!"
Your own helmet mic chirps conspicuously. "Dominique," Emily's voice comes through, bright and clear, "there are some very unusual readings we're getting. Did you introduce a virus into the power control substructure of docking station?"