Lt. Commander Zarkov wrote:"Brother Explorator!" Zarkov spluttered in between bouts of coughing. "Your robes!" The bottom of the tech-priest's attire was coated in the filth of the channel. Zarkov, on the other hand, was completely covered in stinking detritus. He momentarily forgot about his brush with death and simply gaped at the tech-priest.
"It looks like you had everything in order here."
Lt. Commander Zarkov wrote:"Forgive me, brother. I did not mean to interrupt your meeting." Zarkov grimaced. "These things proved to quick for me." He realised that this could be taken as an ingratitude to his bionic leg, and bowed his head.
"You must get out of this filth, Explorator, please..."
Were the light strong enough, a smile would have been seen in Malachi's eyes. He places a friendly pat on Zarkov's shoulder."
"Please Zarkov, there's no need for such formality..."
He gestures to the chunks of waste lapping at their legs.
"...especially in such a casual setting. Besides, I've stood in far worse than this."
Lt. Commander Zarkov wrote:"And thank you. I did not wish to meet my end in a sewer."
Ah, as for my rescue of you, it looked more like I nearly stole your rightful vengeance on this thing."
Zarkov suddenly begins his search, and Malachi proceeds to offer his assistance, but Zarkov looks so intent on finding his... whatever he's looking for, that Malachi decides to let him be.
"I'll just be over here, then," he says, and points in the direction of the lift he exited from.