The first thing he noticed was the operator headset lying on an empty seat in front of the screens.
Then he heard the sound of fabric being rubbed across a surface, again and again. Looking around, he found Switch furiously scrubbing the bloodied plug-in chair with a wet rag. Her face was blank, except for lips pressed tightly together in what Apoc interpreted as stubborn determination not to cry.
He stopped to check the display screens whether anything needed attention, then carefully made his way over to Switch. Careful not to startle her, he allowed his movements to make enough noise to warn her of his approach.
She looked up, briefly, then continued her motions of trying to clean the dried blood out of the old material.
For a while, they stood in silence, except for the sound of Switch's scrubbing.
Finally, she spoke first. "I feel like I need to do something. This is the only thing I could think of. Someone needs to do it anyway."
Gently, Apoc caught her wrists, stopping her for a moment. "They already moved the body out?"
"Yeah." She nodded. "Put him in one of the cool spots in the cisterns for a quicker ship to pick up. You had dozed off, I didn't want to wake you for the five minutes. You looked so exhausted. Well, still do."
He huffed. "Thanks, I guess." Without releasing her hands, he pulled her away a bit, so they could both sit down on a clean plug-in chair. Then, he pried the rag from her already pruned and irritated fingers, part of the skin looking raw. He set the dirty fabric aside and massaged her wrists. "Let me get some hydrogen peroxide from the sickbay and help you. Just keep an eye on the screens, okay?"
"Third cabinet from the right, bottom drawer. And thanks."