"Officer's meet?" Nathan seemed to blink out of his daze as his eyes cut towards the direction of the sound. Something then sparked in the man's mind, "Hey, Faris... Postpone the home coming. Try to find this officer's lounge. And stay hidden! I don't want to have to piece you together like the last time you got caught," the man added beneath his now raised collar. As the heading of his dear machination changed, Nathan would shut down his HUD as he rose from the table and made his way out of the mess hall. 

	The inner workings of the ship. Never had Nathan thought he would be serving upon a vessel of this magnitude and quality. What with his experience smuggling parts and machines in quiet inferior vessels, this seemed like heaven to the mechanically inclined. And with that notion, he saw himself traversing the corridors of the Dusicyon, careful to mind the signs as he attempted to find whatever workstation there was to this ship. Despite the traffic of whatever corridors he was in, he was able to slip past them with ease; his familiarity of slipping in and out of tight spots to hide would prove useful inside the vessel. Though after a bit of treking, a thought dawned upon him.

	"Damnit... I left my gear in the hall!" With that thought, he rounded back the way he came, rushing back in an attempt to retrieve his gear before someone else did.