"I forsook that title years ago, Cyrus," she reminded the man, "And I had no bigger part in the events that took place on the Tarakan nor the events that it sparked than a snowflake has in an avalanche. Nesycha was a time bomb. I was simply there when the clock hit zero."

While a handful of officers quickly found their way out of the cafeteria Carson opted to stay behind for a few minutes to finish eating and keep an ear out for interesting goings on. Besides, she had an hour and a half before the meeting began and she had already spent most of the afternoon in the lounge. While she wrapped up dinner she watched a member of the crew throwing food for an agile little creature the likes of which she had never seen before. Though she didn't approve of animals on the ship that was not her call to make and she had to admit the little thing was rather fascinating to observe.

However at the forefront of her mind was the operations that were to take place the next day. She tried her best to think ahead and what the Captain might have in mind in the way of attack plans, but he was unpredictable and she never could get that one or two steps ahead of him. All she could do was consider the situation carefully and make sure the gunners and weapons on the machine were ready. Her heart beat heavily.

She rose from her seat and took her dishes to the kitchens herself before heading for the door. It was then that she noticed the strange bag sitting unattended at one of the tables. Carson examined it for a moment trying to place it. Who had been sitting there? A man. Ah, yes. He was new. The one with all the gadgets who had constantly been staring at a screen of some sort. Other than that she knew little about him. She frowned before walking over and hefting the bag over her shoulder. The weight caused her to grunt and exacerbated her limp as she left and walked down the corridor to the lounge. Just what the hell was in this thing?

Whatever it was, she made it her responsibility to return it to its rightful owner before one of the fresh ruffians decided to rifle through the contents... Even if she did rather enjoy watching such people being brutally put in their place for disrespecting other crew members and treating the ship like a child's bedroom. Somehow it always felt like cleaning house.