Put it down and don't touch it, goddammit. But don't let it outta your sight, either: I don't need to be chasing down someone else with it.

Rogue, sit tight, I'm on my way.

[And he is, snatching up his communicator and heading out the door at a quick walk and, when that doesn't seem to knock him over for now, picking up to a long-legged jog.]

Duke, what all'd you do?