Sam had been the one to chart that course, he'd been the one to calculate the risk, and he'd been the one who'd brought it to the captain to gain approval. He had put the entire ship in danger, and all of this damage, all these people injured, or even dead. That guilt weighed on his conscience. It wasn't as if Sam could quit, He was too far from earth to even be able to consider going home. But boy did he feel like a failure. He'd led an entire starship into an asteroid field with hostile life forms ready to attack intruders. He sighed as he made his way back to his quarters, only to find you standing in the middle of the room, "What can I do for ya, Lieutenant?"