Hercules isn't unused to this kind of bemusement, it's an emotion he wore often enough when he fought with Leslie. When he's not entirely certain what just happened, but that he's pretty sure it's his fault. Or at least, that he could have done something to fix it, but didn't, and now everything is more than a little fucked up.

He tries to call out to her, but she stays resolutely silent, and even Herc knows better than to try and reestablish the Drift after what just happened.

So, reluctant as ever, he climbs out of the cockpit and makes his way to the control room on slightly-unsteady legs. He knows just how much trouble he's in, but at least Hercules is able and willing to stand up and face the music when he has to. It helps that he knows that Stacker will yell and rail and threaten him with permanent grounding, but then he'll pour them both some scotch and they'll sit quietly in his office and lament the direction their lives have took.