James settled back on his bunk and began cleaning his pistol. As he removed the slide however, his mutated vision unexpectedly turned the room red again, making it difficult to pick out the intricate mechanisms of his gun.
"What the fuck is wrong with me?" He muttered, and in his frustration he blinked and shook his head violently while grinding his left palm against one eye. His vision returned to normal again, but the movement scattered the parts of his gun everywhere.
"oh, FOR FUCK'S SAKE!!!" He barked as he rolled off of the bunk to go after a wayward spring, his voice echoing through the empty room.
Outside the ship, a familiar electrical disturbance in the air preceded the opening of a portal from Skyrim. Kharag and Wulfgar stepped through.