You reply with what you know is audible malevolence.
"It is NOT necessary, Corporal Fallone, but following your exemplary handling of Night Shift Command, I believe you have earned the right to a little jog to loosen your muscles. You, three marines, and two firebats, in full combat gear, are to go out to this sensor, evaluate the situation, and report back to me on a private comm signal. This is a readiness drill, and right now, you don't see ready, Corporal."
His face grows dark, and he gives a choppy salute that looks like it could pass for a rude gesture if he wanted it to. He leaves to carry out our orders.
If there were a tank here, and you passed the operations evaluations, sure. However, there isn't, and you haven't, so no.
You save that info to your personal storage. When this is done, you're going to do a Valkyrie. You might even buy one for Fallone, if he gets his shit together.
Fast forward to the guys in the tunnel, or dick around until they get there?