"No. No I'm not." His voice drips with ice. Peter crosses his arms over his chest, focusing his attention back on the spot on the ceiling he can best guess the voice is coming from. He's not going to bust the display, as tempting as it could be. There were questions to be asked first, information to be gathered. Ask first, then punch; an improvement for Peter.

"What did you mean by interaction protocols? What is the Captain even letting you do?" Peter bristles. "What do you have access to?"