Well, damn.

My bird is rather thoroughly pissed at me. I had the gall to knock her out telepathically before I went running off to respond to the alarm. (What? Like 'Shhh!' was going to work?) She's sitting on Moira's pillow bitching me out in Russian as I type this. I don't... think I'll try and apologize just now.

Moira and I had our very brief nap - she's back in the medlab. I'm going to make sure she gets something to eat and then find somewhere to help with the clean-up. Anyone need any heavy lifting done? Cain?