ResearchDirector: Show up fashionably late

You stumble out of the portal. You're nauseous, pained, and breathless.

ChiefEngineer: Wow, you look like shit.
ResearchDirector: Can't... hhhhh... Got...
ChiefMedicalOfficer: Oh.
ChiefMedicalOfficer: I diagnose you with "solar plexus kick."
ResearchDirector: Yeah.
Captain: You alright there, fella?
HeadOfSecurity: Where are they?
ResearchDirector: Hhhh. Just need a second.
HeadOfSecurity: Where are they?
ResearchDirector: Hhhhhhh.
ResearchDirector: Robotics.
ChiefEngineer: Too far to get here quick.
Captain: Take a seat. Look like you need it.
HeadOfPersonnel: Then give your input on calling the emergency shuttle.

HeadOfPersonnel: Show up unfashionably late.