Phlox's Perspective:
The door popped open, letting out the smoke that billowed from within.
Phlox made to move forward, but was held back by one of the security guards.
"We have to clear the shuttle before anyone can enter". To his statements credit two of the surrounding humans made their way towards the wreckage.
Phlox rarely wore any expression other than his constantly jubilant smile. But such was the severity of their situation, that right now he found it hard to fight the instinctual no-nonsense mode that came along with it.
"The Commander may need medical attention, now you cannot expect me to wait while he is very possibly critically injured."
With that Phlox strode ahead, intent on the shuttle's entrance. But not three steps in and he was stopped by the sound of a-, no, that couldn't be right.
Despite his self-assurances Phlox turned around to find himself staring straight into a phase pistol, the wielder, as such, was hosting a face that could make a Vulcan jealous.
"I'm sorry but I have my orders, no one enters the craft until it is declared safe."
"Safe for whom?" his words carried a sharp bite. "Safe for Mr. Tucker? Who at this moment may be seriously injured from this ordeal alone, not to mention the hours of torture he was undoubtedly subjected to?!"
Without even noticing it, Phlox's voice had risen to a level unheard by anyone on the entire ship, probably the entire universe. He had always spoken in calm, collected tones no matter the situation.
However that was a matter for a later time, to be discussed in the ships gossip vine. Right now everyone was more than content to focus on their respective jobs, especially if it meant staying out of whatever was happening in that little scene.
"What's going on here?" the lieutenant entered the conversation without announcing himself.
Such was the depth and concentration of their argument that neither Phlox nor the security guard reacted immediately, taken aback that Reed was even in the room.
Phlox recovered first, not having to worry about Mr. Reed being his direct superior officer.
"Lieutenant I must insist I am allowed to ascertain the condition of Commander Tucker."
Reed cast him a quizzical look, "of course Doctor, that's why you're down here, is it not?"
Phlox didn't say anything, just gave the guard (still holding his phaser) an indiscernible look, before proceeding towards the shuttle pod, where Mr. Tucker was being brought out on a stretcher…