Paperwork. Klein hated it. Especially after a long away mission, to say nothing of those tense moments during their escape from the asteroid field. But Starfleet thrived on bureaucracy. Klein idly wondered how much space all the paperwork, just on this ship, would take up without electronic storage. But after logging and documenting the circumstances in which the runabout Higgins was damaged, he had another report to fill out.
This one would be more simple at least. A priority repair request to the engineering department to have the starboard nacelle repaired. He did patch in a copy of the request to his supervisor Lieutenant Christopher, hoping he'd push it along. Otherwise a request from one Crewman Klein, as opposed to someone important, was likely to get lost in the shuffle.
Klein examined the damaged warp nacelle before letting out a noise that was a half sigh, half yawn. Not exactly a sterling impression on his first away mission to bring back a damaged shuttle, but for the life of him he couldn't think of anything else he could have done in that situation. The damage ran the entire length of the nacelle in one jagged gash as if someone had taken a knife and slashed it quite crudely. Minor repairs he could handle, and would have gladly done so being this was his fault. But he was hardly a warp engine engineer and repairing it was beyond him.
Grumbling a curse he finally left the shuttlebay and headed for the turbolift. With a brief detour to feed himself, which he did with as much mechanical precision as if he were replacing warp plasma as he didn't even recall what he ate, he headed to his station on the bridge.