Gallus nods while looking at the display. He seems to have recovered himself, and speaks with a sense of authority beyond his meager station.

"I agree, that seems to make the most sense. No time like the present, gents?"

He takes a step as if expecting to walk out the door and then stops, frowning slightly. He turns to the Commander and asks, "Might we get some copies of this data and these maps, for portable reference?"