[ For a moment, all Zack can really do... is stare. Not a flat stare. Not one of annoyance. Just... completely at a loss of words. He probably should be paying attention to the comment about the supplies in the museum- and maybe he'll mentally file that away. But for right in that immediate moment, it's a toss up between the two before he absorbs enough of the situation to finally spit out: ]

I think "not good"s an understatement. I'd ask what possessed you to do that, but it sounds like it wasn't anything like that.

[ In other words, Shiva's fucking tits, Kanan. What are you doin'. ]