Just as Scotty catches up with Seabourne, he bends over with his hands on his knees. Huffing and puffing away, wiping a sweat or two from his forehead, the last thing anyone wants to hear at the end of a long jog is... more jogging. Of course, being that Seabourne is not a normal man, he decides to declare a race right as Scotty is in recovery. In between each breath, Scotty says with a raspy voice
"You... want... to... ra-..."
He then stops, and notices something strangely familiar. After regaining some of his stamina, the webbed footprints become the focus for the moment. Scotty remarks,
"These... no... the Goose? Here? I thought it died."
However, since the deck Scotty was on was pretty distant from the airlock he entered the Orlando from, the Goose had to still be alive. Seabourne was already up and around, probably at the room with some ludicrous winning speech prepared. Scotty, being too busy almost puking after jogging for a bit, didn't see where he went. The Starflier's engineer decides to follow the footprints instead of "racing" Seabourne, not knowing they lead to the exact same room...
"Let's hope it's too tired to scream at me again..."
The footprints lead up to Deck Three, where Scotty looks up to see Seabourne looking at his wrist as if he was wearing a watch, tapping his foot.
"Suppose you didn't notice this, lad?"
He points to the burn marks coming from the staircase, all the way to where they are standing. The door to Room 308 just a couple meters away.
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