The air was filled with a chaotic energy in the ship. Omega bounced on the balls of her feet, chattering excitedly to Wrecker about something. Hunter sat near them, chiming in with his own commentary. Their voices decently loud in the small ship.

Tech stayed quietly in the pilot's seat, tinkering with the panels and checking his datapad. He would usually be completely engulfed in his task, but a clank cause him to glance at the individual sitting in the co-pilot's seat.

The recent addition to their crew, sat rigidly, their knuckles white against the worn armrests. He could see the shallow breathing and downcast eyes, a grimace on their face. He scanned them for a few moments, blinking as he assessed the situation. The telltale signs of overstimutation were unmistakable – or at least, with a 95.2% degree of certainty. He recognized the mirrored symptoms in himself- when things got too much for him.

Tech tucked his datapad away with a soft click, the sound barely audible over the din. He rose from his seat and brushed his hands off. He couldn't stand the thought of them suffering in silence and he winced empathetically at the sound of Wrecker's booming laugh that no doubt sounded far louder to them.

"Come," Tech urged, gently taking their hand to pull them out the chair. He wasted no time leading them away from the ship and out into the foreign planet they landed on. It was quieter and less overwhelming in his opinion.

It took a minute, but they got far enough to not hear the others from the ship, and he helped sit them down in the shade of a tree. "Deep breaths," He said. "It's alright. I can help you through some breathing techniques would be more beneficial or maybe-"

He noticed the subtle shift in your posture and paused. Perhaps, he thought, a different approach might be more helpful. "Or," he continued, his voice softer now, "perhaps you'd just like to sit here for a while in silence."