Raargorgathan nodded. “Very good. Beds will be to your right, I’ll be sure to alert you if I discover something.” Swaying the corresponding wing toward the ship as he observed her heading back inside. Eventually walking through the same hallway that Ali had originally entered, the strange walls opened up on the starboard side and provided a pathway to a series of doors that each lead to equally small bedrooms. Seeing that a bed large enough for her body was the only amenity in the room, but it was warm and quiet, a suitable space for getting some rest. He faced Bri as it begun making its request, his eyes blinked and shifted to the corner, seemingly pausing to consider his answer. With the blessing of a little insight, one might guess it wouldn’t be a simple yes or no reply.

“Come with me to my control room. I’ll give you a detailed transcript of my fuel source.” He answered in a serious tone before letting out a few chuckles. “But it’s a mixture of so many things, that I wouldn’t be able to replicate it, or tell you how it functions. But the knowledge alone should satisfy you yes?” Then he turned his back to her and crossed his arms. “I’m afraid I won’t permit you to make unnecessary modifications to my vessel. But you probably don’t sleep, correct? So if you wanted to, we could explore the surface together. But I must warn you that it will likely be dreadfully boring...” He glanced over his shoulder and headed up the ramp with a bit of haste. “Let’s not dawdle any further...”

Cut off by the same drastic change of light occurring instantly, enveloping their surroundings in total darkness and staying that way. His response was quick. “Get in.”