"...Really." Ales' flat voice is barely heard over the alarm. He wasn't sure whether the threat of explosions or Santa's casual attitude was more annoying.

"I'm going to see if I can shut off this program. Hang on." His eyes focus on the holographic screen, searching through command lines for the code that fires the laser. If he can cancel that or rewrite the code to shut it off, they can still restore power to the facility.

The glare of the light on his space suit helmet obscured most of his face, which was for the better considering how fast his heart is pounding. He knows he's capable. He can do this. Just...he doesn't want to blow up again. Especially since there's no way he'll be able to come back one more time.