[ mamoru finishes brushing, spits, and rinses out his mouth and his toothbrush before replying. talking with a mouthful of toothpaste and spit is just as rude as talking with it full of food. ]

Chiba Mamoru. [ he reaches for his shirt and pulls it back over his head. ] It's not your fault. The doors on this ship don't always do what they're supposed to — or stay in the same place, for that matter.