There's quite a large difference, Julian feels, between someone with the slack face of unconsciousness and the expression of a dead person. He's seen both, many times, and there's no way he'd mistake Telemachus for dead.

"Right, then, just follow me. Once we get to the turbolift, it'll be easy enough going."

Julian swings one of Telemachus' arms across his bony shoulders, indicating for Dylan to take the other. Between the two of them, they should be able to manage well enough.

"He said he was from the Andromeda Ascendant as well, he's one of your crew?"