[Indeed, Sam had been focused on checking on their shuttles; they'd been so used the last few days that checking them - even as someone who isn't a pilot - needs to be performed while they're finally getting a moment to breathe. It also... helps not to focus on the fact that a planet got wiped out, and some of their people and natives along with it.

He turns, eyes round and slightly wide with curiosity. New voice?

Oh, shit.]

Oh, I - I'm so sorry. [He wipes his hands on a rag from his back pocket, stepping toward her. Indeed, is a big ol' dude, long and narrow in the hips as he looks down with some sympathy.] It's been difficult, keeping an eye on new crew... um, but you're... right, yeah... We've had a hell of a week.