~General Richard Faulkner~ Faulkner's eye twitched as cyrus spoke. He preferred to eat in silence, but Cyrus was sitting fairly close to him and he was forced to listen. He took a large drink of his whiskey before continuing to eat his steak. He would have probably interjected into the conversation and changed it to something that he was interested in like guns, killing or shouting at people but the captain began to speak through a remote communicator. He was to report to the officers lounge in an hour and thirty minutes. Of course, Faulkner being the punctual man he was, rose from his chair, staring at cyrus like a wolf stares at it's prey all the while. "Excuse me, gentlemen, ladies, but I must go and report for duty" He stomped off to the officers lounge, his boots almost splintering the wooden floor. ~Doctor Cassandra Bishop~ Cassandra toyed with her food, dinner was always a boring event for her. It was always far too loud within the cafeteria to have a proper conversation and when she did finally find someone to have a conversation with they were usually some drunk idiot pirate, slurring their words and attempting to make advances towards Cassandra. The captain spoke through a remote communicator, explaining that he needed the officers to report to their lounge. That included Cassandra. She sighed, wiping her face with her napkin before picking up her drink and sipping it as she listened to the conversations of others. She never really knew why she was called to these meetings, they were always about who to kill next, or where to pillage next or other such pirate related things. Cassandra knew little to nothing about these subjects and could only contribute a small "My department can heal the wounds!" every now and then. Nevertheless, it was common courtesy to go. She sat a while, finishing her drink, before rising from her chair, excusing herself, and making her way to the officers lounge. She only realized halfway that Faulkner was waiting there, seething with rage. She made a quick detour back to her room, fixing her makeup for a small while before returning to her previous route and heading back to the officers lounge.