[stoichornet]

Han-jae was dashing off a rapid explanation to a medic who had tried to block his way, and finally reached the hallway near the autopsy theater, where Piras stood, with a dawning realization that he had most certainly fucked up the death announcement; there was a reason those things were usually delivered as anodyne notices, to give people some distance from the dead. "...ugh."

He would probably have rather been facing down a plasma cannon or a swarm of hungry "Little Bastards" than doing this; at least either of the other situations could be handled with a smile and sufficient amounts of things that went boom. "Hey..." Han-jae reached for Piras' arm. The medics could probably call the MPs if they felt like it, which wouldn't help anyone here.