You and Keegan were friends, ish. You knew a few things about him, and vice versa. While he was in a fit because he wasn't properly prepared for a mission, he paced around his quarters in a rage. You tried to help him, but it obviously wasn't working.

"I don't need your damn help, shut the fuck up for once, will you?" He spat, glaring at you with a look that ripped you to shreds.

"Just leave, why don't you?" He barks.