US Ch. 3 Page 2

*sigh*
That last panel is what happens when I look at the clock and say, "only 1:30 am? I can keep going, no problem!"
At least I stopped before it got worse. Replacement panel is below.
Script:

KALEEM (under his breath): Why the fuck is it so cold...
HIKARU: Perhaps this is why gloves are part of the uniform.
KALEEM: No way. There's NO way it's like this every day.
    [Kaleem makes his way back to the main bridge, and walks in. Saren is sitting in the captain's chair, giving orders to a crewman by his side.]
KALEEM: Hey!
    [Saren's brow tightens slightly, but he keeps giving orders for a moment longer. He then turns slightly to look at his son.]

There, that's better. A bit better anyway. Might re-do it again at some point.
Also, I swear to god I'm trying to avoid smudging this time around, but it doesn't seem to be helping... maybe computer paper just isn't good enough for this sort of thing... if so, that's too bad. I have no intention to become reliant on a type of paper that isn't so easy to get.