Meanwhile, on the bridge, Khan was in an eerily similar situation to his wife.
"[Help with what]?" Khan wondered, guessing what the matter was about but also waiting for confirmation.
"[I]-" Ilman muttered before snorting, suddenly letting go of Khan's shoulders and turning toward the control desk. He seized one of the full glasses, diving into it while remaining silent.
Khan couldn't help but feel a bit perplexed. He turned, scratching his head while his eyes shone on Ilman's back. That intense Niqols was actually having problems expressing himself. If Khan didn't know any better, he would guess that Ilman was scared.
'It would make sense,' Khan considered, browsing through his memories.
Khan held back a sigh, also approaching the control desk but ignoring Ilman. He seized another full glass before tinkering with the menus, getting started on what the Nele needed.
