John can huff and puff all he wants, and only earn the continued curl of a raised eyebrow. She doesn't like this. Unexpected large numbers of people and rooms appearing out of nowhere. It's not normal, whatever he says, and even more it should be normal for anyone here. They should have security somewhere, too. A place like this.

"Fine." Again. Puncture down like a knife blade or a shot.

While reaching up with her other hand to tap her comm badge. "Zhaan, D'Argo, come in." But there is only silence after it. Not that she was expecting much from the appearing room. With it's strange, subtle sophistication that also looked nothing like a Peacekeeper ship. "Pilot? Can anyone hear me?"