It was painfully clear as Wellington swaggered down off the ship, that he was fully prepared to corner the first unfortunate bystander in his path and boast at length about about his integral role in the mission-despite not having done much of anything-until the listener would be left with no choice but to feign a sudden, deadly heart attack until he got bored and wandered away towards the next object with ears. This did not happen. Instead, several things happened at once. A blurry, sobbing, object one might hesitantly label Landis came barreling towards the Skyranger. Wellington turned and took in a large breath. Watasuki continued to thank higher powers for the noise-cancelling effects of headphones, or he would have been left with no other alternative than to strangle Wellington on the ride back to base. At that moment, an unstoppable force collided with an unshameable object, and Wellington found his breath forced out of him in an embarrassing squeak as he was accosted by a flurry of good intention. Wellington stiffened slightly as Landis checked him over, but made no attempt at resisting her. He remained standing there, a slightly shocked expression frozen on his face. Some time later, he turned suddenly with a bob of his mustache. "I think I could use a drink, yes." he announced to empty air and toddled off towards the nearest booze dispensary.