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CHENDRY: (momentarily looking towards T, surprised. To Navichet:) None of that here. We can’t have any-- any old powers here, alright?

NAVICHET: (abruptly turning to face Chendry) You’re the one in charge here, then? Not that Walker.

CHENDRY: (apprehensive) In charge--?

NAVICHET: (standing, brushing herself off) I’ll take my leave as soon as can be. I am sorry for the commotion. I will pay for the damage. (Removing the lens over her unbandaged eye from her helmet) But it will take a little while.