Razor could tell from the expression on Havock's face that she was not pleased with how things had proceeded. When he tasted the air he could still taste the fear, anger, and frustration hanging in the air from the rest of the beings around him. 

Razor had guessed their cover as scientists would be a moot point when Havock had attempted to sell the deception. The fact that they were so well armed and now looked like a band of highly trained mercenaries made it all the harder to sell. He could only guess at her reasoning for still attempting to sell the deception.  He reflected that she was a leader and he was a subordinate and such questioning in the field could lead to disaster.

Razor had dropped into a warriors crouch along with the rest of the team upon being startled by the other doctor who had come up from behind them. It was a miracle he hadn't been shot by Razor at the very least, who was more prone to shoot first and ask questions later.

Razor moved over the the transforming...creature and sniffed the air. "This one cannot help but note a fishy smell coming from the scrambled Doctor.  Could he be faking it?"  Privately the fish smell was making Razor quite hungry. Yes...this rather large creature was beginning to look a lot like a large fish to crunch down on.

Despite the growing urge to try a piece of the mutating doctor. he had been ordered to help the Doctor to his feet.  "This one wonders where the fleeing doctor might be trying to go to. Do we have the layout of what platforms are in the direction he fled?"

Razor truly hoped he hadn't spoken out of turn and would be penalized. It was the first thought he had though and he felt compelled to share that with his superiors, no matter penalty. The prey must be caught and his fellow squadmates needed to be returned to themselves, if possible.