Alexander chuckled, nodding his head to Fedor.
"Ah, both! I'm a man of faith; but blind obedience gets man no-where. To question ones most treasured principles is a right given to mankind by god, and it would be an insult if I did not use that faculty."
Just as he stopped speaking, his communicator went off. Touching his ear, he listened to the comments being broadcast, and nodded slowly, a grave look overcoming his features.
"Permission granted. Echo squad, suit up. By gods grace, we shall hope that it's nothing but a technical error."
He turned to Fedor and bowed graciously, a warm smile on his lips; though worry was not deeply hidden.
"It has been an honour to speak with you, Fedor. Another time, perhaps? For now, I am needed. A rescue mission is being undertaken, and I must show this ship that their faith in me is not simply blind obedience."
He offered Fedor a salute before quickly putting his weights away, and dashing out of the door, clutching his shirt over his shoulder as he ran down the corridor. He made it to the armoury just after Meia, his shirt now fully on as he saluted the Quartermaster, and offered a nod to his squadmembers
"I was working out when I heard the call. Excellent initiative Mr Mourissette."