Understood.
Scott then spun around to face Adolph and Shelaf.
" We're out of time, we need to move. Power your rifle chief. "
Odd enough, even with the proverbial doomsday clock ticking quite rapidly, and even with the three of them just sitting there discussing what to do instead of acting, Adolph Klein really wasn't too nervous. Wasn't pure oxygen supposed to be a relaxant? That couldn't be it could it? Another shrug inside his EV suit went unnoticed.
Captain Bradley was telling Chief Greegy to shoot. Apparently the Chief didn't want to given his previous... appeal(?).. to him. Klein briefly wondered if he should have brought a phaser of his own. Then again he was never a good shot with one to say the least. Instead he opened his tricorder again and tried scanning the room for any sign of the door. He may as well -try- and figure a way out of this mess if no one else would do anything.
The ship mildly trembled, the motion causing him to be lightly propelled upward, which his maneuvering jets quickly compensated for. Before he could see if the tricorder's sensors could identify anything, the doorway to the room the runabout was in opened. Before he could comment or even think about why that would be he felt himself being propelled though the opening. The concept that their "guest pass" had been revoked briefly crossed him as his right arm slammed rather forcefully into the edge of the doorway, sending his entire form spinning as it was propelled into the next room.
Disorienting as the spinning in the zero-G environment was, the pain of his presumably broken arm pulsing through him, it did afford him an odd view. The captain and chief were right behind him, and the runabout wasn't where it was before. Though before he could contemplate that, he continued to be propelled out into space through the opening the runabout had originally entered the alien vessel through.
Grimacing in pain, the grabbed his injured arm with his free hand. Even through the EV suit the slight nudge hurt something fierce. He finally looked around to get his bearings. The runabout was nearby, perhaps a few kilometers away. Hopefully they were alright. It wouldn't be fun trying to fly with a broken arm, but he'd manage.
Letting out a long sigh, half in pain, half of relief, he willed himself to relax as he floated through space at a rapid enough momentum. Nothing to be done now except wait to be rescued... and curse it all, his tricorder was gone. That was annoying.