[Even mired in the loss of his coworkers, his friends, Lockon registered the other man's unconfortableness after only a minute. This wasn't the Doctor's grief, and it wasn't fair to make him feel awkward when he clearly felt guilty enough. He deserved more than that.

Lockon did what he'd done too many times before, in the days before Celestial Being, when he'd had comrades in war who'd fought and died alongside him. He pushed the grief down, forcing it back until an appropriate time came and he could deal with it.

He took a deep breath.] Doctor, you said Feldt was in here too. How is she? [She would have been on the bridge too. He felt worry coil in him, rising from where shock had overpowered it.]