His communicator had been sounding but he could barely make out what was being said, he knew it was McCoy and it sounded like he said that the exit was blocked off. There was broken pipes kissing and alarms chiming. A window... there had to be a window or something in which.. " Window.." he spoke back into the communicator, barely holding back a cough from the smoke and other gasses being let into the air.

He was still stubbornly trying to gather supplies, that was after all what he came in the supplu bay for to begin with.