The day was quiet, or at least the area of the ship he was in was. Akhtar was walking the hallways of the starboard side of the ship, shirtless, wearing nothing but a baggy, navy blue pair of trousers. At times like this he had nothing to do, he was done training, the nurse was on break so he could tease her through the infirmary window and civilian signals were unreachable in ITS, so he couldn't get any tunes on his holopad. As he walked he dragged his paws across the walls, both arms out stretched and blocking the rather narrow hallway, he did this because he was bored and to a certain extant to hoping to stop someone and have a scuffle, or a chat, or anything really.

Turning the corner, Akhtar found himself in one of the wider corridors, one end lead to the cargo dock and the other deeper into the ship. Looking down the hallway, he spotted one of the air crew stopping and chatting with the captain. He could smell the sweat on her from a distance, raising his snout he took a deep inhalation and savored the scent. He walked towards them and from half way called out to the captain in agreement with the airlady. "Yes captain," he began, his soft, british accent showing up a bit, "You do appear quite, pissed." he said the last word sarcastically. He often found English words funny, like bowl, which was coincidentally slang for piss in his language, after chuckling to himself a bit he made it to the pair.

Looking between one and the other he smiled, trying to come off as friendly, he didn't really have the opportunity to converse with much of the crew, principally because they tended to avoid him, which made him sad, though he didn't show it.