Jamie had endured the chills as long as he could, but when he could no longer tolerate the constant shivering that made it impossible to work efficiently, he'd given in and stalked to his quarters to fetch a sweater. He'd bought one while on shore leave, though he'd never actually thought he'd need it in the ship's perpetually muggy environs, and after snatching it from its storage place he'd started back to the hangar to continue his interrupted work. The whole affair made him angry, this newest bout of indignation simmering on top of his already considerable, usually tightly-repressed fury.

Dizzy and off-kilter as he was, and trying to pull the sweater on while storming down the hallways, it was inevitable he'd run into someone. Literally. Jostling solidly against another body in the corridor, he staggered back and fixed the offender with a glare and a curt, "Watch it."