Rhade raised his glass, "May he knock Harper over the head for hitting me with a chair." Nope, Telemachus wasn't going to let that go, even if he had been unconscious on the floor and Dylan needed help. And even if the engineer had tried more...conservative measures first. He hit him with a chair. Maybe when he saw Harper next he'd hit that teensy boy with a chair too. For kicks.

Telemachus knew Dylan must find this a bit unnerving. Unlike his Dylan Hunt, this Captain hadn't had time to get to know him, to reconcile the face he saw and the voice he heard with a new person that wasn't his first officer.

He poured the Captain a drink, topping himself off again too."It's a multi faceted experiment I'm running on self hatred and self deprecation. To finding our limitations." Rhade raised the glass once more and downed it.