[ Oh, no. No, he knows that tone like an old friend and the last thing he wanted to do was cast shade on a colleague. It makes for a comical sight as Bruce once again pops his head out of the generator — a flashlight between his teeth as he frowns, worry lines etched deeper than usual on his forehead.

He starts to speak but of course the flashlight's in the way and he just mumbles, nearly drops the damn thing before he catches himself. There's a swallow after he picks the light up because there's nothing that gets a ton of spit going than trying to hold something in your mouth. ]

Dr. Carnahan... You're doing good work out here. That's what I meant. It takes a lot to keep that up, which is. That's all I was getting at. I'm sorry.