Mostly he rode around on my shoulders. But I have him trained to look for hiding places or to keep out of combat, as well.

[ Jazz is, presently, cleaning his face. He's been nicked by shrapnel a few times, but thanks to the healing technology back home he's just like new. Or like he was when Fortescue was given him, anyway. He's missing a bit of one ear from his alley cat days. ]

And er, no, the life support's usually fine. [ Usually. She shrugs a little. ] The ship was being strained at the time. All the people were fine thanks to these— [ Fortescue gestures to the 'tattoo' of numbers on her arm. ] But the animals don't have them. Or I think that was the cause, but it seems likely.