"I thought spaceships had, like, internal teleporters or something," Bradley rasps.

"Are you suggesting that I'm fat?" Misha slurs, somehow managing to leer at the same time.

"Why are you still leering at me when you can barely walk by yourself?" Bradley asks, because sometimes there are important questions to ask and this is definitely one of them, even though he's got one arm trying to keep Misha standing and his other arm is full. Guns tend to do that.

Misha doesn't answer, which surprises Bradley until he realizes that the dead weight in his arms is now actual dead weight, as Misha has gone and fainted on him.

Goddamnit. At least he managed to get them to the armory.