[A blaring siren can be heard first, cut off abruptly thereafter. The ensuing silence is punctuated by a mildly sheepish:]
Sorry, sorry. Hand slipped.
[In the background there's the sound of air rushing past at a rapid clip.]
Doctor to Barge engineering, please be advised a shipment of parts is soon to land. WOOHOO!
[Doc went scrounging for engine bits, Tal tracked him down and they've stolen a military police hovercar to carry it all back to the ship. Because they're badasses like that.]